Are you talking about Track Days at the new track (Sandia) or a track like A.S.R. (Arroyo) or the old Bottomless Lakes track? (I’m betting Sandia.) Anyway I had heard it was only an oval (or a couple of ovals...) Pleased to hear that it’s got a twisty!!!!!!!
The key with racing motorcycles was balancing all of your monkeys. Stresses on the bike and your body were phenomenal, the guy who won the race was the one that broke late and rode as out of control as he could, understood his machine (a DNF doesn’t garner you anything) and made no mistakes.
A 4 cylinder Suzuki GS or Kawasaki KZ should hold up to anything you give it, but I wouldn’t take my street bike unless I was really prepared for some heartache.
I’d have to say I am pleased to hear that the vintage class halts at 1980. It wouldn’t be the same if GSXRs, Ninjas and Interceptors ruled the roost. Of course I say that with a stripped GSXR sitting behind the little house! (By the way what about the two strokes?)
Back when I raced you hung out at the Dunlop trailer or the factory boys after a race to get slicks for free. When it rained you cut your slicks by hand. You’d ride with a tranny that was going out or cracked rear sets. You’d bend your Bassani for clearance, a Vance and Hines didn’t do a thing (‘xcept drop weight) unless you modified the intake or better yet took advantage of better lift and duration. Smoothbores took a stutter at the heavy cross winds on a South Western track. And Bates Leathers weren’t pretty! You spent a ton of time safety wiring the thing up or tearing down a box stock after a race to prove you didn’t have any disallowed mods. You were REAL nice to the track stewards and organizers. And you knew in your gut when a guy had you outclassed and no matter where you were, you took the inside posture and let him pass. Did I mention you occasionally dined on hay? You didn’t sleep on a feather bed, but your engine did. You’d buy, trade, beg track time like it was gold (it was.) Foot pegs got really warm and power slides tore up the NFGs. Your air cooled bike was a totally different beast at the end of a main than she was at the beginning. You’d listen patiently as some kid would relate how he WOULD race but his two stroke needed a good carb’ cleaning. Going to work on Monday for a fellow RD racer who was a new father and had crashed that weekend. Laguna Seca on a light summer rain, enough said. And the pure joy when you realized if you rolled on enough power the bike had a tendency straighten itself up and when in a death wobble you could let go of the bars and the bike knew what to do! (Randy Mamola did it the hard way.)
I retired from racing because the wife insisted, not because it was the end of the road.
I would encourage others to try it out, is Keith Code still in the Super Bike School business? (Was it Willow Springs that he owned when he was on pipe?) Tha was so long ago!
I am ashamed to say that I do not know any of the current crop of racers; my day had John Surtees, Mike Baldwin, Eddie Lawson, Randy Mamola, Jimmy Adamo, the King and of course Mike the Bike! Speaking of Mike Hailwood why doesn’t any one mention the Dunstall/Suzuki GS1000 superbike??? (http://www.woodgate.org/dunstall/images/gs1000cs.jpg) You’d think this group would have been all over that one!
Hey does anyone remember the guy that used to race at P.I.R. with the Eagle Globe and Anchor on his tail section, er’ the bikes’ tail section that is...
I wonder whatever happened to that guy!
Any way, may you know the joy of the wind at your back, the thrilling beauty of an open rode lead and the blessings of all of us that have gone before you!
Thanks for giving the old guy a chance to ramble on. And as my Ex-wife used to say, ‘Don’t pay any attention to him, he is odd!’
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