Hello, everyone, and welcome to the Rev Up. "Remember, remember the 5th of November, gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason the 5th of November should ever be forgot." I can see you guys shaking your head right now thinking, "What the hell does that mean?" I don't really know either. It's just a line from V for Vendetta that stuck me when I saw what day it was today. I love movie dialog. Hugo Weaving coined that one and his rants are some of my favorites. His roles of "Agent Smith" and "V" are timeless. But, I digress...
The 5th of November simply means another ride day and I'm stoked about it. I'm still too scared to race, so I'm still in "factory practice" mode. You know that mode. Bling out your bike and gear like you’re pushing to the starting line at Loretta Lynn's. Run new tires and your best gear just to go tear it up for open practice. I've been getting a lot of entertainment from just riding as a hobby. I think I enjoy just sitting on my tailgate and observing as much as I like riding. It’s fun to see all of the different characters unloading their bikes.
There are always the local cool kids with the long "Over it" style haircuts that pull up in monster trucks with all of the "bro-brand" stickers. They usually have a couple bubble gum faced chicks with them and they never ride more than two or three laps at a time. They're awesome. There is no warming up with these cats. They kick their bikes to life and immediately wrap the throttle to 20,000 RPM and once they hit the track they're W.F.O. They scrub every single jump and rear tire slide every corner. They make a lot of noise and use more energy in a single lap than Lance Armstrong does in the entire Tour de France.
Then, you can listen to the vet guys that have seen everything. "Yeah...back in the day when I was riding with Bob Hannah on a dual shock Bultaco... those were the days of real men." Well, this may be true, but why does every old dude you meet at the bar or elsewhere tell you he actually rode with The Hurricane? Maybe it's just me, but it keeps happening. These guys are classic. As "real men" they throw a fit when the track is a little muddy, and get super pissed off if you pass them going too fast. I generally try to give the old guard some room, but they always ride the good lines... slowly.