Not that I have been neglecting my journalistic duties, it was just that I was away for a bit rediscovering my former, two-wheeled roots. See, before I was super-serious about my fitness, and discovered the wonderful world of road cycling, I was a big-time gearhead. Truth be told, I never thought I would give up motorcycles until the day I died. Having a motorcycle a full seven years before I bought my first car, motorcycles were in my blood.
Road cycling changed all of that. Not that I have turned my back on the combustible part of the two-wheeled realm, something just clicked the moment I clicked into my first set of clipless pedals. In addition to the fitness component, cycling was different in respects to cost, time, and the biggie, I could start having a ball right outside my front door. With motorcycling, and in particular, motorcycle racing, I had to travel at great time and expense just to get the fun started.
Rewind to the tail end of last week, and a trip back to Willow Springs International Raceway was on the agenda, courtesy of an old gearhead friend of mine, to take a gander at the American Historic Racing Motorcycle Association (AHRMA), for the annual Corsa Motoclassica. Three days of vintage motorcycle racing, camping and friends, well, of course I signed on to attend.
Yes, I have been of the bicycle for about a week. However, after being off of a motorcycle, any motorcycle for over a year, the homecoming was indeed a welcome one.
Yes, there is room for both in my life.
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