Something about a grown-up vacation that makes you feel like a kid. Ron has the bikes prepped, the trailer is good to go, and we are both so PSYCHED for our road trip to Grattan Raceway next week that it’s hard to sleep. We’ll spend three days track-riding and hanging out with club friends at the annual event. Nothing like great comaraderie and genuinely good people to renew your faith in the human race. And, as my track announcer friend Charles says, there’s something very unique about the bond between people who participate in dangerous activities. The best part is that everyone is there to have a good time. No trophies, no racing, just a lot of fun and good sportsmanship. BONUS: I get to spend five days with My Guy, doing something we both really enjoy. I’ll miss they kids, but they’ll be in good hands (and up their ears in craft projects) with Grandma Kay.
Fortunately for me, at the track they group us into riding groups by skill level (yes, I’m in the “barely out of their training wheels” bunch). I will be the slowest one out there, but I’m hoping to come away with some better techinques and no crashes (though the amount of safety gear makes any off a little less painful).
I promise to post many pictures (and hopefully some video). What are you doing this summer?