The Black bird flew by me with two hawks in hot pursuit. Hayabusa eat blackbirds.
Looking to enter the circuit with the other revving bikes, I invited Vatta to take the controls. He is very small just now and will not play. He looks over my shoulder petrified as I do the job myself. I can't find the line, so can't get the pace. Others are swarming all over me. Why did I think this was a good idea?
Elsa is too big and heavy. I stripped her of all of her luggage and taped her mirrors so that I am not distracted by the pursuing riders. In I went again, set three, having studied and thought. If you fall off a horse, get straight back on. This time I'm faster, holding my own, almost. I found the race line and held it ruthlessly. If the birds of prey want to pass, let them figure out how. That is their problem not mine. I am definitely getting better, but also tired, so being a grown up I made the only decision I could. My left hand went up, I moved left and coasted for the pit lane. Honour is served. I did OK for a 1st timer. Honour is served.
My thanks to Bay City Bikers for including me, and Aki in particular for making this awesome thing possible. Eight of us shared a bunk house for the night, a grill and some beers, and also a strong liquur that tasted a lot like Fishermens friends, cold remedy. Whatever, it worked wonders. Today Wednesday I don't feel bad at all.
I wonder how much a second hand Suzuki Hayabusa would cost me?
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