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Fuck a duck. That's some messed up juju. Not saying I'm glad she's an ex, but yeah I am.
Also, Let's get you on track. Whatever itch I had to going triple digits was satiated on the track. Cooled down my road riding.
Chak-
The other day I visited the go-kart track to see about some knee-down mini moto riding.
Bloody hell that shit is expensive.
A serviceable bike from 2004 started at £1600, and of course the Chinese shit was recommended to avoid.
Then I spoke to the enduro racer friend, his research had said the same. Avoid the black hole of mini moto and maybe consider mini-sumo pit bikes like the Stomp 140.
The Stomp pit bikes or similar seem to be a way forward.
Spoke to the son of the scrapyard owner today about it. He raced MX for years (with notable results) before getting into triathlon a couple years ago. Again, recommended avoid the low quality shit. Again, recommended pit bikes with quality slicks. He ran a Stomp-esque bike for a while and said they were hella fun on gokart tracks.
Even if I did a track day at Castle Coombe, first I need the van. Vans are so few on the ground at the moment that prices have risen in the past month. Worse still, I looked at bank loans to raise some dosh and they fucked me on interest rates. So, I might be out of luck all around.
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Know of a few people who have done track days and behave the same way on the ride home. Evening sessions at brands seem to have that rep.
pdlouche
lynx
I was only a passenger in the car, but every journey by someone who wasn’t my ex, the driver was either on their phone or drunk or both. On a few occasions my ex was also drunk. It was jarring to say the least.
One of the worst was when the ex was super pissed and also super drunk. She drove over the speed limit on the wrong side of the road, wrong way around roundabouts, all the way back from a wedding. When we got in to the house? She threw up for a couple hours. Her hangover the next day, she couldn’t remember the drive.