I get kinda nervous and freaked out just about every time I think about it.
I am down to the final real week of training and into the last weeks of prep. Real effort will have to happen over the next “less than 3 weeks”. Confirm the RV, Get plane ticket for Liz, confirm arrangements with Noah and Russ, prep the motorcycle, catalog and organize all the supplies, take inventory of extra parts, redo all of that again… Yikes. Seems like it is really upon us.
Yesterday, I went up to Dyracuse and rode for like 5 hours, then drove (in my boots) to Bob Kau’s place where I met Scott and did a couple of hours of night riding. Sounds simple enough, but it never is.
I arrived at Dyracuse and realized that I had committed the most bonehead move of all time. I drove up to Dyracuse and got completely dressed fueled and ready to ride. Started up the bike with helmet and Go Pro on, pulled in the clutch and smashed my foot down on the imaginary shifter there. Unbelievable. No shifter. I had forgotten that small reassembly point.
I assumed that my day was done. But, just on chance I went down the row and asked people if they happened to have a KTM shifter. Ken Deiss was there and guess what – he had an extra shifter. I happily paid him whatever he was asking for it so that I could still go riding. Unbelievable. What are the odds of that? Crazy.
After riding there, we met over at Bob’s and rode in the dark for 2 hours. I put in about 7 hours of riding time yesterday. I am pretty sure that physically I am as ready as I will ever be for Perry Mountain.
I have to thank Cyclops lights for the sweet setup on the bikes. I do not think we will have a problem with not enough light this year. Now, if we could just get someone to do something about the 100 degrees thing.
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