No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (v.2)

All things considered, it has not been a good week. Ironically, this week was supposed to be an epically good week, with an open trackday at Thunderhill Raceway on the 2nd, and two days in Laguna Seca this weekend on the 6th and 7th. Before the week even started, I had cut one my pinky open with a tuna can lid, and slightly injured my right metatarsal about 48 hours prior to Thunderhill. It wasn't boding well, but nevertheless, I wasn't fazed. I was only planning run Thunderhill two days ago to warm me up for Laguna Seca this weekend. Instead...

Well, it warmed me up alright. Or more accurately, banged me up. Now all things considered, I was pretty lucky yet again. While the bike was cosmetically damaged and bend the frame slider, fairing stay, and left footpeg, the whole bike was still structurally whole and was rideable. The incident happened within four laps of my first outing of the day, and after taking a break to make sure my headache from hitting my head on the ground wasn't going to get any worse, I was able to ride the rest of the day with my friends, albeit a slightly marred bike.

Ironic that I was just going to warm up for two days in Laguna, and now I'm feeling banged up two days before the two days I'm about to do in Laguna.

Oh, and the crash?

I basically was coming upon a much slower rider, which was not a big deal. Going into Turn 5 of Thunderhill, I've passed many a slow riders out of it and into the transition to 5A by swinging to their outside and giving them room. That was my plan, as usual, but the rider ahead of me had other plans as he described to me post-collision; he said that going into and through Turn 5 he "saw (my) shadow" coming up on him fast, so he decided to swing wide out of Turn 5 to give me room to pass him on the inside into 5A. In doing that, he basically swung into my planned trajectory to safely pass him. Long story short, his rear wheel and my front wheel cross, and as has been proved time and time before - in a battle of rear wheels and front wheels on a motorcycle, the rear wheels always win.

I ran into the back of the other rider BECAUSE he was trying to get out of my way.

Like I've been saying - ironic.

Nearly four years since my last track incident, and my no-crash streak at Thunderhill has now been broken.


P.S.
While I maintain this blog for me to personally read every now and then, I don't know if anybody else reads this, and more importantly, if any riders read this. But in the case that some do, please take note of this same advice I gave the rider I collided with:

Do not ever worry about what's going on behind you. Maintain your line and pace, and those behind you will find a way to safely pass you.

That is all.



P.P.S
Punished or not, I'll keep doing good deeds! Here's me giving a friend of mine a tow 'round the track, trying to show him some slightly quicker lines he could take. I keep looking back just to make sure I wasn't going too fast for him. :)



Maybe In Another Life

Not a lot of people would know this, but it's always been my childhood dream to fly, but along the way, I personally made a choice to take up motorcycling instead of skydiving in the onset of my riding years.

Before my interest in motorcycling, I had already known that I was going to try skydiving, with the sole intent of eventually owning a wingsuit. Circa early to mid-2000's was when wingsuit really started to pick up some steam as an off-shoot of skydiving, and I had seen this is the closest thing I could do to actual human flight; it was never going to be enough for me to be flying something (i.e. a plane), I had to be the one flying.

I remember (then) having learned that to be allowed to own and operate a wingsuit, one must be a certified skydiver first, then have amassed over 500 jumps. I knew this and was intent on making that a goal. I had had a taste of what it was like to jump off a plane about two miles from the Earth, and reach terminal speeds as I plummeted, though strapped to a certified skydiver. Since that first jump, I had made a promise never to jump off a plane again strapped to anyone or anything.



Of course, right around the same time was when my interest in motorcycling begun and almost simultaneously erupted. It was a different kind of flying, but I was flying. While one can argue that piloting a motorcycle is a lot closer to piloting a plane than driving a car would, the reason that I feel a sense of flying on a motorcycle is because I am not strapped onto a bucket seat, inside a protective cage, just as you would be in a plane. Furthermore, unlike a plane and a car, every physical movement of every part of my body on a motorcycle dictates the way the motorcycle would move, just as a bird does, or how it would be in a wingsuit.

But I couldn't take up two inherently dangerous activities; it's already more than enough to worry my loved ones with either one, much less both. So I took up motorcycling, because the way I saw it, while flying a lot closer to ground, I wasn't plummeting towards it like I would in a wingsuit.

All's well that end's well, and at the very least I've kept my singular promise I made to myself about skydiving. I've never jumped off a plane again, because I wouldn't be able to do it by myself.

Rest assured though, it's not for a lack of desire.

150mph in a 1/4 of a Mile

This is easily one of my favorite moments in 2012. :)

My friend Rob held a dyno day in his shop this weekend, and though I went and trucked my bike with only the intent of displaying it, it didn't take long until we wheeled it on the dyno to do three runs of a 1/4 mile drag simulation. It was my first time doing it, though the video is my second run of three after my phone fell on its back when I tried to record the first time out.

I didn't post the fastest time in a 1/4 mile, or even had the best reaction time from a dead stop, but by that time in the video, I had posted the highest top speed of 146mph in a 1/4 mile, so I was hoping to crack 150mph. I told Rob this, and after sharing a laugh, he looks me in the eye and tells me that I "might not be able to manage it" with my bike.

First run was 148.430mph.
Second run was 149.990mph.
The third and final run was 150.585mph.

Hell yeah.

I Have Too Many Anniversaries

Labor Day weekend a year ago resulted in this, when after having my bike custom-painted, I drop it on a pile of rocks and scratched up the whole of the right side panels. Obviously, I've since had it repainted, but I won't let that damn road have the last word.

So this Labor Day weekend, it was time to go back.

To ride well, you must eat well.

 I'm thinking of making this a Labor Day weekend tradition, to make the 90-mile trek northward on the freeway towards Healdsburg, and visitng Skaggs Spring Road, and my old friend Rockpile Road.

 

It's not two photos cropped together; the road really does
become a dirt road right in the middle of the corner.

 Last year, I wasn't able to take a photo of the site, so that was part of the reason I wanted to go back. This time around, it was also enlightening to see how far we had to ride over the dirt before I was able to come to a stop, and how amazingly I was able to still steer the bike as the dirt road continued to curve ahead. More miraculously, I'm glad that we did not ride straight through and over the ravine to the left; it would've been a very long way down.

Like with all mistakes you survive, you can only laugh when you revisit it.

And I will continue to have the last laugh for every year that I revisit Rockpile Road.

Damage Control Virtuoso

Speaking of things not changing - we're back in action!

Back to the track for the first time since Stella was born a month ago. Rob, Jairo, and I went to Sonoma (pka Infineon Raceway) for lots of track action during a beautifully warm August day. I was pretty excited about it in no small reason due to the new (to me) race slicks I had recently put on my track wheels. After my last set of race DOT's having lasted me three seasons, it was high time to put a fresher set, and try my hand at full-on slicks.

Alas, it wasn't without incident.

That's my bike parked behind the guardrail, just between Turn 1 and Turn 2 during the 3rd session of the morning. No, fortunately, I did not crash, but as you can see in the photo, I did flatten my rear tire like a pancake. Here's what happened, which apparently, nobody has ever heard of such an incident before:

Turn 1 in Sonoma is actually a pretty quick left-hander, though you wouldn't think it cause it looks so bottle-necked. At the exit of it, you will find the view above, with the curbing pictured on the right edge of the track. Ideally for a fast line to carry as much speed up the hill ahead towards Turn 2, you actually ride over this curb, as shown (roughly) by the green line.

The red line shown is the line I inadvertently had to take yesterday after I went through Turn 1 a little bit quicker than I normally would (more on why I did later). Since I carried more speed through Turn 1 than I normally did, I exited it a little wider than I would. No biggie, I thought, I can still keep turning the bike left enough to ride over the curb, through the dirt, then back to the curb/track instead of having to ride the bike through the dirt.

I should've opted for the latter.

I executed my plan as I thought, but as soon as I rode back over the curb after briefly flying through the dirt patch, I just a loud "BAM" as soon as my rear wheel hit the tarmac, and just as instantly my bike was fish-tailing at speed. I just let off the throttle and stayed away from the racing line, and let the ride up the hill to Turn 2 naturally slow down the bike. I would've cruised it off the track, but the tire was so flat, I stopped right on the track. I simply pushed (like hell!) the bike off on foot to safety off the track from there. It didn't take long for an instructor to get to me and give me a ride back to the pits, so at the time, I didn't know whether I blew the tire bead off the wheel, blew the tire out itself, or if I dented the wheel. All I knew was the rear virtually lost all it's air pressure. It wasn't until I got my bike back in the pits that it turned out to be the worst of the scenarios.

Bent the rear wheel. Actually, I bent BOTH the front and rear wheels, with the rear having fared the worst. Didn't take long for a crowd to gather to look at the lips, and that's when I was told by racers and the instructors that they didn't know that could happen on that curbing if you take it in and out of the track so quick. Suffice it to say, my ordeal was bitter-sweet as I effectively did everyone a major PSA, hahaha!

Part of the reason I went through Turn 1 quicker than I normally would was that I took the corner one gear higher than I normally did. The 2nd gear in my transmission is starting to go bad; once I get on the powerband in 2nd gear, the transmission slips a little until it is able to actually spin with the engine. Because of this, I decided to simply short-shift to 3rd out of corners sooner than I normally would, or simply take corners I would usually be in 2nd gear for, in 3rd gear. Doing the latter though, did not give me the engine-braking I normally would have on a lower gear to help me keep my speed as intended through a corner.


I was fortunate to not have gone down as soon as it happened, and since these wheels were the OEM wheels that I only used for the track, there are a plent of them to be found online for cheap as a used set, so I'm not too worried. Even though my day was ended early yesterday, I could've gone home and got my Marchesini wheels I used for the street, and be back in time to only miss two sessions before I can be back out again. But I opted to not do that. I'm not superstitious by any means, but I prefer to let the bike sit out after a harrowing experience. :)

Besides, it gave me an excuse to ride Jairo's bike!

Keigwins@TheTrack was awesome enough to let Jairo and I share his bike, and while Jairo was signed up to one group and I to another, they allowed us both to use his bike for our respective sessions, which allowed me to also dice it with my friend Rob, as I jumped one group down so as to not push it on a bike that wasn't mine. This wasn't my first time riding Jairo's bike, on the street or the track. Last time he and I were in Thunderhill, I had to ride his bike to scrub off his then new tires as he wasn't feeling particularly confident with them. So I did two laps with them to help him out. Yesterday was a bit different though, as I would be riding them in full sessions.

The funny thing about Jairo's bike is, which is a 2006 Suzuki GSXR-1000, was that I recommended it to him myself. When his GSXR-750 was stolen and he was shopping for a replacement, I urged him to look for this bike. I had never ridden one before, admittedly, but have always heard nothing but fantastic things about the bike both as a street and track machine. Not to mention that as a race fan, it was clearly evident to me how predominantly favored this bike was among club and privateer racing.

I have to say, riding his bike opened my eyes to a new light over riding my bike. I LOVE my bike to death and I know how to make it go fast around a racetrack, and I know there's still more I can do to tap the most out of my bike to go even quicker. But riding Jairo's bike, which is really only four years younger than mine (not a new bike per se by today's standards), make me realize how much harder I had to work on my bike to go as quick as I do. The GSXR was just so much easier to ride, and easy to ride quick. It's substantially narrower to my legs and quick to turn, making it one of the best handling bikes I've ever thrashed around a racetrack.

I hate to say it, but it made me want to get another bike to retire my R1 for track duties. I hate it even more to say it, but it made me want an 05-06 Suzuki GSXR-1000...

Now, speaking of Jairo and his bike...

Jairo's a bit of a protege of mine, officially or unofficially depending on who you ask. The one thing I can admit myself though is that most, if not all that he knows about how to ride a motorcycle he got from me. The boy is a riding sponge soaking up anything and everything I tell him about riding a motorcycle. I guess, couple that with buying a bike I told him to buy, does make him my protege...

Whatever he is, he's made me proud of the rider that he's become. It is such a satisfying feeling having seen all the things you've dictated manifest itself into fruition. To mold something or someone with your words, and seeing them physically transform and conform exactly to it.

The two side-by-side photos above were each taken during his last two trackdays respectively. After seeing the photo to the left, I told Jairo to try and do one thing differently with his body position to help him feel better on the bike while riding at speed through corners. He did, which is why he now looks like he does in the photo on the left. He's also expressed to me how much it has help how he feels on the bike while he's riding.

Jairo in some ways is an investment of mine, since a lot of what he does and know about riding a motorcycle is a direct reflection of me.

Which is why I am so glad to be reflected so properly. He has been a substantial gamble that continues to pay off.

Things HAVE Changed

Pre-birth of Stella, of course everyone was telling me of how things would change once she arrived; certain fun will have to be sacrificed to make way for Stella and time with her, which included time with Rusty and my riding. I could only smile and nod each time.

So did things change after all?

I won't lie; they undoubtedly did. We're simply having more fun with our new bundle of joy. :)

I guess, I must really be blessed to be able to have my cakes, and eat them all too.*

(*of course, it's barely been just a month with Stella...)

The American Dream

Is not complete without a French Bulldog. :)

Am I happy?

Almost guiltingly so. :)