I came to racing because riding on the street did not satisfy the need. The biggest issue with roadracing is the lack of track time. Even on the best days you will usually not get much more than an hour to 1.5 hours actually riding. Over a three day weekend this adds up to less than five hours, and most race weekends are only two days. Coupled with the fact that my drive times to the track start with the lowest at 7 hours and go up from there, you end up with a very high per lap cost, and not only financially. It becomes a grind and a rut. A job. And I've already got one of those that isn't a whole lot of fun.
The desire for two-wheeled warfare is still there, as is the constant need to improve and test oneself, but perhaps the method of delivery will change. The more time I spend riding in the woods, the more time I want to spend there. At the end of a day off-road I feel as if I've run ten road race weekends, but in a good way. I am exhausted to the point of elation, have been mentally and physically challenged, tested limits and honed skills and experienced the thrill of speed (20 mph dodging trees feels fast as fuck!).
Perhaps the time is ripe for a change, at the very least a breather from roadracing to help make it feel fresh and enjoyable again. Lest familiarity breed contempt.
|I could never leave this entirely, but a respite to recharge and reinvigorate was surely in the cards|