I am.

I don’t know why. The last time I took an advanced rider’s course, a big girl scared me and I fell down.

My husband (RC51) and his BFF (some super KTM) are doing a track day, intermediate level. I was going to do a quick track orientation session for fifty bucks, but no. I’m taking the full day class. Luckily a friend is teaching and another friend is attending. I really need to get over fixating and staying on the throttle coming into turns. I’ll be on the 91 Hawk instead of the Duc, which really makes no sense since the Duc is already battered enough, but I can’t seem to muscle the steering as easily as I can on the Hawk. Plus, people might feel sorry for me and not pass me if I only have 50 HP. Hmmm, maybe I’ll bring the Duc for backup.

Hopefully we’ll have a whole new front end by Sunday: brand new CBR forks (thank you, DA!), clip-ons, new rim and brake and just waiting for a master cyclinder and some Water Wetter, Whatever that is.

See you there!

This is Scott.

I bought a Honda RC51 a couple weeks ago and now that it has gotten warm enough to be able to ride without getting frostbite I have a couple things to say….. Oh my God.  Some of you may already know I have had  a Buell X1 for the last couple years and have loved it. It was responsive, quick, loud and capable of eating rear tires at an astounding rate because I don’t really know how to ride with any kind of civility. The Buell is a reasonably sharp knife as a motorcycle, the RC is a scalpel. I’m not sure if it’s going to eat rear tires like the Buell does yet but it kicks the Buells ass everywhere else. I have never owned a bike that gives this kind of precision in hitting an apex.  I’ve been happy with a couple inches either side of my mark. With this bike I can narrow it down to a half inch. It’s gonna be fun to get to know this thing as well as I did the Buell.

I came to Wisconsin and decided I wanted an old toaster BMW. I found out about a BMW club who hung out in Hudson on Saturday mornings and approached them. They were wary, but finally gave me a name: Walter.

Walter has a huge garage. I believe it is smaller than his home. The front is filled with bikes, some in dusty disrepair, like the 850T with the seized engine and then the bright yellow Ducati. Eureka! This old guy and his wife Elaine became our lifelong friends. After tooling around on the Honda Dream my sweetheart had procured from yet another toaster owner in Hudson, I knew I was ready to step up to the 500. I just wasn’t ready to leave the vintage class. Not yet. I ended up selling her right back to Walter when I bought my own Ducati a few years later. And just like Walter, we can’t even park our cars in our own sizable garage–just too many bikes.