Saturday after the MLH fundraiser, I talked MM into letting me tag along to see him practice. I was trying to get a “feel” for what Sunday would be like. Since neither one of us planned on me tagging along, we stopped at good ole’ Wally World so I could get some flip flops and food. I thought I’d have to go barefoot because there was no way I was going to wear 4″ heels to the track – which just so happened to be out in a pasture. It was kind of funny when I went to get my cheap-o flip flops, I was going to get black because they don’t show dirt – MM had other thoughts. I actually got bright pink ones, they suit me.
The race for this particular weekend was at Guthrie for a charity event. I had no idea what to expect, so I was amazed at what I saw when I got to the track. Never in my life had I seen so many motorcycles in one place. It seriously made my stomach flip flop in excitement. I can’t wait to start riding….can’t….can’t…can’t. I decided to change into my MLH Bowling shirt instead of my dress, which made things easier, when it came time to get on his bike. Man oh Man do I love MM’s bike….more so being on the back of it.
Yes mom, I wore a helmet and MM is experienced he didn’t even go that fast. Nothing to worry about! I got dropped off out in the open area of the track so I could watch the other riders too. I saw MM go by once and WOW. Talk about having a huge smile on my face. It was amazing to get to see him ride without all the other riders by him. After his one lap he came back to where he dropped me off and we talked about the track. I’ve got a lot to learn! A few other riders came by and then MM took off again. This time I was completely unaware of what was going to happen….
Technically there should be a rider in this photograph, but I didn’t get him. Ooooops. Now comes figuring out my fps (frames per second) feature and aperature. Sure is nice having a fancy smancy point & shoot camera. I’m sure it’ll take me awhile getting used to shooting an actual moving target with my P&S, maybe one day I’ll move up to the Canon DSLR that I want. If MM sticks around, this would be a reason to invest in one.
Another riderless shot. I hope ya’ll like looking at the track, because it looks like this is as good as it’s going to get. Now, if you believed that I don’t know what to tell you. I just kept clicking until I figured out the rhythm the riders were coming by in. I got a few shots of other riders, just not MM. He only went by once, I didn’t get another opportunity after that. Read on and you’ll find out why.
This is what I want to be doing in a few years. I’ll be 27ish by then, good grief that’s old. I can’t wait to get on a bike now. Seeing what happens on the track just made that desire that much stronger. Hopefully when I do get good enough I can talk Mom & Pops into coming out and seeing me race. Ahhhh, on second thought that might be a bad idea. Can’t do anything too extreme to cause more gray hairs on their heads.
Starting to get better at taking photos of moving objects. I was entirely too proud of myself for doing this. I just wish MM would’ve went by again, but he didn’t.
Revving the engine. Ummmm, yes! I was starting to wish I had gotten a bike years ago, when I first started my savings account. Being 9, I didn’t get an allowance for doing any of the farm chores, instead I just saved my birthday and christmas money for years and years. It wasn’t until I was a Freshman in college that I had enough for a bike and by then I didn’t have a need for a bike. Afterall, where can I store a dirt bike while I’m living in the dorms?
….I had called mom to say “Hi” and ask her if she knew what I was doing. She just said she heard a lot of noise in the background – I told her I was at the track. I’m not too sure what she thought about that, but she didn’t say much about it. About the time we hung up with each other, MM came back. He didn’t go by on the track, he came from behind where I was at and with more mud on him than when he left. Turns out MM had a bad wreck. Between snapping a bolt and cracking a rib, it turned out to be a major crash.
Thankfully MM picked me back up and took me back to the truck. Not that I would’ve minded walking back – it was super sweet of him to do that. Poor MM. He loaded up his bike and I loaded his stuff in the cab and we left for where we had left my car. I know he felt awful, he just never showed it. I told him he had to go home and fix his bike so I could see him race the next morning – which is exactly what he did…