Sunday August 17th, Greg came over and we loaded up my bike next to his. The Fall semester started on Monday with myself participating in a hectic schedule. I worked a split shift coming in at 7 with a plan to get off at 12 to go to the track with Greg. That morning was a blur and when I finally left the office and sat in Greg's truck, I didn't feel good. Didn't feel focused, which should have tipped me off.
We got to the track and started this thing. Suited up, feeling better. I could sense Greg's hesitation which was to be expected. We took it slow at firs but Greg was getting quicker, and so was I. Feeling much more confident and quicker then I had the time before.
Should have been my second clue. About midway through the session, my speed increased drastically, even dragged knee a few times.Coming up to the corkscrew, "how am I going to take this, what am I going to do with my body?" The MISTAKE! Should have been concentrating on my speed, realized it at the last second, leaned as hard as I could, deciding not to ride off straight as I was concerned at what the bike would do hitting the dirt at 75mph. The tires lost grip, blaming it on the DOT tires, and lowsided at about 75mph. The worst part of this whole experience was the sound the cheese grater asphalt made against my poor candy. The leathers did their job with me getting up spitting dirt. The guy pulled up with the cart, grabbing my hands asking me to squeeze and "what day is it?" "August 15th?" "Close enough." I was fine, my ego wasn't, and mad was an understatement.
Should have been my second clue. About midway through the session, my speed increased drastically, even dragged knee a few times.Coming up to the corkscrew, "how am I going to take this, what am I going to do with my body?" The MISTAKE! Should have been concentrating on my speed, realized it at the last second, leaned as hard as I could, deciding not to ride off straight as I was concerned at what the bike would do hitting the dirt at 75mph. The tires lost grip, blaming it on the DOT tires, and lowsided at about 75mph. The worst part of this whole experience was the sound the cheese grater asphalt made against my poor candy. The leathers did their job with me getting up spitting dirt. The guy pulled up with the cart, grabbing my hands asking me to squeeze and "what day is it?" "August 15th?" "Close enough." I was fine, my ego wasn't, and mad was an understatement.
Turns out it was a good thing. The insurance company covered it and paid off the bike. I'll purchase a race ready bike in the Winter with the acquired funds. Getting out from under that loan allowed me to qualify for a much higher home loan. Which has been the next biggest stress in my life as of late. Exciting but stressful. I've put a bid on one place that looks like it's going to fall through because of a lawsuit on the HOA. If I don't hear any positive news today, I will put a bid on another place. A place with a huge master bedroom and bath. So we will see how that works out. I'm ready for it to just be done and for me to have a place. Fingers crossed something will be settled this week.
On top of all of this, multiple wedding projects have been going on. Shooting, editing, delivering, re-editing. I'm discovering it's not something I really enjoy.
Thats about it. The flames are extinguished at least for the moment. I can finally start to think again, now if I could just find a damn house, all would be perfect. Oh and I dinged 80 W00T!!!
Thats about it. The flames are extinguished at least for the moment. I can finally start to think again, now if I could just find a damn house, all would be perfect. Oh and I dinged 80 W00T!!!
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