This man was almost 30 years older than me, riding a normal, stock motorcycle, however, I and my fully upgraded beast could not keep up with his pace on the track.Ĭan you guess where all this is going? Pay attention to the next corner The rider who earlier overtook me as if I was parked, takes off his helmet and the 50+ -year-old man with the plain, stock motorcycle reveals himself in front of me. The lap comes to an end and I slowly move disappointed towards the exit of the track, heading down to the rest area where I was about to witness another miracle.
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I am thrilled, king of the track, heading full throttle to the next -very tight- right corner when I suddenly realize that another rider on a plain, stock motorcycle, is next to my shoulder, hits the brakes hard, enters first that right corner and quickly disappears from my sight.
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I go smooth on the brakes and then hard acceleration until the next series of corners, a tight left followed by a wide right one leading to the long back straight.
Red lights off and I am speeding down towards the first left-hand corner. Blown away by my fellow riders, I rushed to turn my motorcycle into a racing beast spending a fortune on upgrades and peripherals that would crown me a hero champion.Īnd there I was, about 2 years of upgrading later, in the starting grid ready to tame that racing beast. This obsession quickly developed into a highly competitive spirit, so a growing, overwhelming, thirst to become better and faster was imminent. Track days are organized events in which riders of all levels (both amateurs and professionals) are allowed to ride around established racing circuits and they soon became a habit for me - the medium.Įxperienced riders became my inspiration, my motivation, and the more I attended track days, the more I got obsessed with their bad-ass motorcycles, the shiny accessories, the flashy equipment - the tools. Very naturally, when I bought my first motorcycle I turned to my community and joined their daily rides, excursions, travels, and "track days". I was already a big fan of MotoGP and any other motorcycle-related championship and as a human being and warm-blooded young petrolhead, I shared my enthusiasm with other people with the same interest - the community. A young petrolhead's learningĪ long time ago, some 20 years back, I bought my very first motorcycle. Embarrassing of course, yet equally valuable.
Dear, fellow, beloved, young, aspiring designer, let me tell you my story.
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