I've been posting my "progress" as a track rider the past few months and getting a lot of awsome feedback and encouragment from you guys. Yesterday I did another trackday and of course had a freaking blast. I moved up to the Intermediate group because this wasn't a class but on open trackday and I didn't want to deal with dodging the newb's out there in Novice. Intermediate was dominated by liter bikes (probably 20 of those and 3 of us on 600's) so I was having to work harder to keep up. This track has a lot of long straights so it was a game of outrun them in the corners and watch them turn into little specks on the horizon down the straight.
I think I held my own for the most part.
The wife took some more pic's and the thing I noticed is how my perception of how I was riding compared to the photo evidence changed since my first track day.
What I was THINKING:
"Man I'm leaned over right to the edge here.
I'll bet my knee is about to touch.
Crap, don't look at the outside of the corner!
This is so cool, I'm FLYING through this corner.
Wow those other guys look so stiff, glad I don't look like that."
What I looked like:
What I was thinking:
"Turned in a little late, need to get my lower body setup sooner next time around.
Hmm, my line is too tight, I need to use more of the track to line up the exit better.
My foot position isn't right and I can't get my body turned like I did back in turn 3.
Dang it that guy on the 1000 is getting away!
Shoot I'm coasting here, start rolling on the throttle!
I'll bet I look stiff."
What I looked like:
It's funny how on the first trackday I felt like I was really hauling the mail. Yesterday I was probably carrying 50% more speed in that same corner but it felt like there is so much more. For the first time a few corners just felt "right". My body was in a good position and the bike was balanced so I could carry a lot more speed and get on the throttle sooner without feeling like it was about to let go. Not many corners, but more than one
Unfortunately none of those zen moments happened in this corner where my wife could get a shot of what I really looked like.
I also had a couple of "Oh S^$t" moments too. I had too much pressure in the tires in the first two sessions and it was like riding on ice. The rear was stepping out every time I leaned at all or got on the throttle even a bit. I had to back off and ride like an old lady for most of that first session. Later in the day I hit a wet spot and slipped wickedly just as I got on the throttle. I'm sure that looked cool from behind but I nearly crapped!