Working from home is distracting, because I'm a distracted person. I'm like: Gotta concentrate on this VMWare cluster issue..... hey I wonder what people are saying on a certain motorcycle forum. Then there's that time when I see that MotoAmerica at the Ridge tickets are on sale and I go and buy them and make plans with my friends and then... realize that I've already committed that weekend to attend a wedding.
At a memorial ride recently for my friend (which I didn't attend because I was at the track) a couple people crashed out. Several people showed video from incidents. In one thread a person was showing the video of running wide and hitting dirt. Being the helpful know it all I am I chimed in spreading the gospel of Keith Code and the physics of throttle control. Well anyways it degenerated into a bunch of arguments because people are stuck in their way and love to argue on the internet. Fuck it. Pearls before swine. Deleted my content. Everyone can go fucking crash into a minivan. Blood for the blood gods. Fuck pointless arguments. Seems like any discussion of technique devolves into a "my rider coach is better than yours" and "I've been racing forever and you're wrong because I can't be bothered to read and understand what you're saying".
Stuff like that is juxtaposed in the community with people who openly acknowledge that they're inexperience that don't want to come out on rides. Like gee, I'd love to help (I really would), but boy am I not wanting to deal with other people's fucking drama. I would love to put on some beginner rides and talk a technique beforehand and give people some learning drills (hello Keith Code) but simply I don't want to deal with other people's shit. The community eats its young and people mostly only last 2 seasons because of the overly macho bullshit that so many people are spewing. Why does nobody help? Because the moment you open your mouth to help someone is there to argue.
Anyways over Memorial Day weekend I got an amazing day in at The Ridge. Signed up with Tracktime, mostly had the track to myself all afternoon. Waiting like an anxious teenager for the photographer to finish up with the pics so I can see how bad I look. Doesn't matter, had a great time and came home with the bike undamaged.
