You know, when I first tried supermoto racing there were a lot more people around…I really sucked, I really wanted to be good. But I was on an XR 650 R so I quit and it took some time to pay down the debt so I could trade it in. I wanted to impress people, I wanted to belong. I wanted to be a member of that thin raft of friends you gather upon when you all reach the same level of “highness”…
It took some time to finally realize that it’s not about kicking someone’s ass on a bike (well it kinda is a little) but mostly it’s about getting better. And getting better, no matter how slowly, is always fun. Sometimes you are better then you think other times not so much. It is about the spirit of competing, the butterflies, and the rush.
The spirit of competing is about finding that perfect partner to battle with. That partner is hard to find; but find that partner you must because that is the other person on the thin raft that will whisk you to that magical place. I read an article once in “Dirt Bike magazine” where the guy said finding the ideal dirt riding partner is harder to find then a wife. At the time it sounded pretty silly. But now I see how a whole racing season can pivot on finding that rider. There is nothing better to watch or participate in then a good clean battle between two equally matched riders.
I have such a battling partner. We have been racing each other on the streets since our early 20’s. He is suicidal. He thinks he is safe and I am suicidal…go figure. We matured up and got off the streets a number of years ago. We ride the dirt, I am better then him and always tell him; he gets all puffed up and beats me. Consequently I get better. After some time I actually get better then him. Then he tells me he is better then me, and I get pumped up and beat him, and he gets better. Two more friends have joined the group. And then it all repeats. At some point I hope those chicken shit buddies will cough up and get some wheels so I can kick all their butts on the track HAHAHAHA! (Sorry see that was the devil creeping) what I meant to say…HAHA: “Life is a competition, and your friends are the ones that don’t get defensive.”
The point is the economy is always tanking, it’s a bullshit excuse people make when they don’t wanna work harder or smarter because they have let the devil in (SLOTH). Find a fucking way. I detail a car one day, shovel shit the next day build a fence the day after and replace a rad the day after that. Where there is a will there is a way (unless you on drugs and then there is no way and you are fucked).
All the slow guys need all the fast guys so they can get better. Otherwise this club and the local sport will not grow. I miss all those old fast guys that used to be around way back when. I hope they show up at the track this year and get involved again. Wouldn’t it be cool to have a club full of “ideal riding partners”? The wives might get jealous. Which is good: jealous wives fuck harder….OOPS sorry did I type that out loud?