{"id":3412,"date":"2012-06-03T00:22:19","date_gmt":"2012-06-03T07:22:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/grandmighty.com\/?p=3412"},"modified":"2012-06-03T20:09:07","modified_gmt":"2012-06-04T03:09:07","slug":"stepping-out-of-the-motorcycle-game","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/grandmighty.com\/2012\/06\/stepping-out-of-the-motorcycle-game\/","title":{"rendered":"Stepping Out of the Motorcycle Game"},"content":{"rendered":"
During this past Winter, I’ve had plenty of time to contemplate whether or not to keep up my riding or let it go. I tried my hardest to keep going, but in the end, my better judgement won and I decided to close this chapter of my life. <\/p>\n
This decision could readily be derived from my most recent track day experience<\/a>, and feeling burnt out from it. It was simply too time consuming and difficult to make the pilgrimage to the middle-of-nowhere and ride at triple digit speeds. Don’t get me wrong, riding at the track was amazing fun. When I first dragged my knee, I was instilled with the most captivating sense of badassery ever. <\/p>\n But therein lies the catch: ONLY<\/strong><\/em> riding on the track is fun for me. Even though I went through all the work of converting my bike back to street mode, I found no enjoyment cruising around on the road. If you’ve ridden on the track before, then you will probably understand my perspective and I will not need to explain. If you have not… the reasoning is simple – you can’t really RIDE on the street. At least I can’t, because I’m not willing to risk ending up as a hood ornament on someone’s car. <\/p>\n