I have bigger problems, namely my brain. Yogi Berra said, "Baseball is ninety percent mental and the other half is physical." The same holds true for racing, but add another half: financial. And while money is always an issue, it is not my first immediate concern. There is one race left for me tomorrow before the long trip home and somehow I have to get my mind right before then. I will be riding the EX, because the FZR does not qualify for the class and truth be told I wouldn't have ridden it anyway, it is loaded in the dark confines of the van, a project for later times.
I won't be racing Joe or Kurt today either, but more than likely a gaggle of testosterone addled teenagers on 250 Ninjas and whatever else ends up in Clubman Novice. Generally I rely on my horsepower advantage to get a lead on them and don't look back. The nature of Barber Motorsports Park, with no long straightaways, makes this more difficult. Normally I love a track like that, but when you are dealing with horny, hungry adolescents trying to make a name for themselves, I would rather be as far out in front of them as possible. The last thing I want is a battle with a green-horned, starry eyed high-schooler with delusions of grandeur, as I am still, quite literally, nursing my wounds.
On the flip side, this is my last chance to salvage some results from the Grand National Finals. I want to go home with more than a quarter sized hole in my elbow and a scratched up motorcycle. Maybe I have some delusions of grandeur as well...
In good company: Mckee leads, Larrivee second, Kesler third and Ball in fourth.