Today I attended an
all-day performance riding school at
Race City. I had 3 goals, in order of importance:
1. Increase my confidence on the bike
3. Learn to handle the bike better
3. Get my knee down
I accomplished all 3.
I'm badly hooked. I think that any repetitive task can be ultimately satisfying if you are able to perform it better each successive time. Riding on a racetrack is arguably an exercize in repetition, and every lap I made around that racetrack today felt better than the previous one. It nearly broke my heart when the last session ended and already I can't stop thinking about next time.
Here's how it went:
Show up by 0730, set up pits, in the classroom by 0830, on the track by about 1000, a few sessions, some exersizes, lunch, then head home by 1700. The cost was only $250 and I felt that it was an excellent value. Though there were almost 50 students, there were enough instructors to have only about 5-6 students per. Lunch was included, and the quality of the training was superb, with all of the instructors having impressive club-racing resumes and trophy rooms. The event was well-organized and ran very smoothly. All kinds of people showed up; old, young, rookie, veteran, male, female. There was also a great variety of motorcycles represented, including a Hayabusa, an Fz1, a VFR, a Bandit, some Ducatis including a Multistrada, and of course all manner of CBRGSXZR1s and SVs.
The classroom portion was relatively straightforward. Brad, an accomplished racer and Spencer graduate, stressed the importance of tire condition and pressure, mental condition, smoothness on the controls, and body positioning. Some light theory on riding techniques and racing lines was discussed; a lot of material which the average sportbiker probably already knows, but maybe doesn't practice. Brad has a casual style of instructing, but has no trouble holding everyone's attention. I absorbed the words and told myself that I would concentrate on putting the theory to use when we hit the track.
The class was divided into A, B, and C groups, which were further divided into 5 and 6 person teams with their own instructors. I was in the C group. Will, my instructor, rode a 2005 ZX-10R and instantly put our team at ease, creating a situation where nobody was afraid to ask questions and constructive criticism was welcomed.
A and B groups did their 20 minute sessions first, then we went out with C. The teams went out in intervals. Will would lead on the first lap and show us the best lines, then on the front straight he would fall back to second. Every lap, the leader would pull aside and fall to the back, and the instructor would then slot into second again so that he could watch everyone individually.
Right off the bat, our team (save 1 very green rook) was too fast for C group. Just as we'd get a nice lap strung together, we'd get jammed up the ass of a slower team. Passing was not allowed until we hit the front straight, so a lot of laps were spent putt-putting around; that's ok though, it was early and this helped me learn the circuit. After the first session I received some very positive feedback from my instructor, who told me that my body positioning was "very good", but that I should try to be a little more aggressive with my lines, ie, getting on the gas sooner and using the whole width of the track.
After 2 sessions each we stopped for lunch and the instructors did some rearranging of the groups. Our team was bumped into the B group, and I had my new Dunlop Qualifiers installed while I ate. I HIGHLY recommend these tires, but that's for another thread.
Our first session in the B group felt pretty good. With each lap we all went a little faster and improved as a team, even passing the other B teams. Will asked us afterwards if we wanted to go a little faster, (we did) and instructed us to work on our corner exits. We were riding at a pace where our corner speeds were pretty respectable, but none of us were accellerating much to the next corner. Instead, we were basically maintaining our speed and coasting into the next turn. I for one wasn't really even using my brakes. To take our riding to the next level, we would need to concentrate on powering out of the turns, using the whole track, and actually brake and force ourselves to truly set up for the following turn.
On the next session, I waited for my turn to ride in front of the instructor, and concentrated on doing exactly what he'd talked about in the pit. We weren't supposed to exceed 3rd on the front straight, but I carried all the speed I could on turns 1 and 2, powered hard out of 3 and set myself up nicely for 4. I carried lots of speed through 5 and 6, threaded the chicane, powered right through the bus stop, and took a nice late apex through the carousel. I pulled aside and slowed on the front straight, as instructed, to fall to the back of the team and let someone else lead. Will looked at me as he went by and flashed a big "thumbs up." We coasted about 2/3rds of the way down the straight before the rest of our team caught up. I had strung together a pretty decent lap, and all through it I felt comfortable and confident; there was a nice rhythm to it. Our team continued to improve throughout the rest of the session. We passed the other teams a few times and might have been the fastest in B. I dragged my knee! Only my left, (Race City is mostly a left-turning circuit) only on the curbing, and only for an instant but still it felt GLORIOUS. I'm not afraid to admit that I let out a scream of joy in my Shoei.
Afterwards, Will congratulated me and said that during that lap he "actually had to accelerate his pace to keep up with me." That was a huge compliment coming from him, and it felt incredible.
We squeezed in 1 last afternoon session, and it didn't go quite as well as the previous ones. Our group continued to improve and speed up, but a red flag slowed things down for a few laps. (one of 3 crashers all day and none were seriously hurt AFAIK) The red flag ended and we picked things up again, but a straggler (who definitely belonged in C group) killed our last few laps. I don't think he knew to get out of the way on the straight, and he'd pin it so nobody could pass. After 2 laps of this struggle, Will finally passed him on the back straight, waited for him to come out of the carousel and waved him over so we could all get by; of course, by that time the checkered flag was waving and we all had to come in.
As a whole, the course couldn't have been much better. I accomplished my goals, made some new friends and had a shitload of fun. I'll definitely be doing some more track nights this summer, and I might sign up for one of Brad's Executive (1 on 1) Schools. I've got a lot to learn and look forward to improving.
By far the best part about today was the realization that I am a better rider than I thought.
Grattan or bust!
