It's been exactly four weeks since my crash. This weekend was about getting back in the saddle. I picked up dirt after work on Friday and did some track mods over the weekend that made me feel safer or whatever - rationalization and head games and managing fear mostly, but also partly some good improvements that came out of four weeks of reflection. John was over for moral support or is that Evil Knievel, the new nutcase is messing with my head.
I'll be honest, I was scared shitless for a coupla laps, but once I was able to loosen up, it was so rad to be back on the track.
Pump track, I'm sorry for the harsh words. You complete me.