Just wanted to give Len a big THANK YOU for an assist this week! It's been a while since I've been around, but a reach out by Todd to Len, and he was willing to lend a hand for something I'm considering. I am very grateful for his eagerness to help, and I owe him one.
Y'know, it's funny... the people you meet in this sport or this atmosphere, however brief, are some of the most selfless humans you might come across. It's really cool.
And I miss this atmosphere. It's been too long. And, it's about time...
The last five years, I've been busy. Raising my crew, trying to be a good dad, a good husband. Trying to keep touch with friends I've made in this arena. Some successes, some failures. Some I've kept track via the Facetoobs. I've kept fond memories of the "old days" and always smiled of my time spent with this group and those I've shared laps with and beers with. There's a lot I miss about this sport, but mostly it's the people I miss, that make this a worthwhile endeavor.
I don't remember my last day at the track. I surely remember the aftermath. And I certainly remember the friends that made that day much easier on me and my family. The way I left this sport has never set well with me, and I've stewed about it probably more than I should have. I've still kept a bike or two in the garage, content to spin miles on the back roads, or the backyard with The Kids. The passion has never left.
The Wife, she has her reservations. She's expressed. She worries, and will continue to. Moreso now than ever, I would guess. She understands. She gets it. She gets me. It wasn't an easy conversation. It wasn't a slam-dunk. But she gets it. And she understands.
And it's about time.
I've missed you guys. Give me a wave as you pass me going into T1, and try not to run my fatass over on the straight. Should you see me in the paddock, come say "Hi!". I'll be the one hanging out with the readheaded Italian.
And again... THANK YOU Len for the help in my search. You went above and beyond.
Merry Christmas, friends. Happy New Year. I look forward to 2019.
Y'know, it's funny... the people you meet in this sport or this atmosphere, however brief, are some of the most selfless humans you might come across. It's really cool.
And I miss this atmosphere. It's been too long. And, it's about time...
The last five years, I've been busy. Raising my crew, trying to be a good dad, a good husband. Trying to keep touch with friends I've made in this arena. Some successes, some failures. Some I've kept track via the Facetoobs. I've kept fond memories of the "old days" and always smiled of my time spent with this group and those I've shared laps with and beers with. There's a lot I miss about this sport, but mostly it's the people I miss, that make this a worthwhile endeavor.
I don't remember my last day at the track. I surely remember the aftermath. And I certainly remember the friends that made that day much easier on me and my family. The way I left this sport has never set well with me, and I've stewed about it probably more than I should have. I've still kept a bike or two in the garage, content to spin miles on the back roads, or the backyard with The Kids. The passion has never left.
The Wife, she has her reservations. She's expressed. She worries, and will continue to. Moreso now than ever, I would guess. She understands. She gets it. She gets me. It wasn't an easy conversation. It wasn't a slam-dunk. But she gets it. And she understands.
And it's about time.
I've missed you guys. Give me a wave as you pass me going into T1, and try not to run my fatass over on the straight. Should you see me in the paddock, come say "Hi!". I'll be the one hanging out with the readheaded Italian.
And again... THANK YOU Len for the help in my search. You went above and beyond.
Merry Christmas, friends. Happy New Year. I look forward to 2019.