Last week I did my first track day up at Pocono. The phrase "what a blast" doesn't come close. Since then, my daily commute to work, not that it was ever that thrilling to begin with, is a bore. Yea, I know, I'm riding, and I do enjoy riding.
I understand that the first step to recovery is admission to the addiction.
Well, here goes:
My name is Mark, and I think I'm addicted to riding on the track. Excessive speed in a controlled environment gets me going. Leaning the Bandit til I get a knee down does more for me than any illegal substance ever did. (trust me on this) Sharing this same enthusiasm with everyone else at the track feeds the exhilaration.
Until your next track day, how do you cope?