Random Scan 1
A series of seemingly random scans...
Summer of 98 I decided to get into motorcycles. Summer of 99 I crashed my brand new 1999 Suzuki TLR-1000 on the track at Pocono raceway, so I decided I needed a track bike (a bike specifically for riding/racing/crashing on tracks). I found this nice 1990 Yamaha FZR 400 race bike (all street paraphernalia had been removed) in Kennet Square and bought it.
That fall I did two track days at Pocono raceway. The first was very successful and a lot of fun (Bill was even there to chaperon). The second wasn't so nice. It was a cold late October or early November day. I had this habit of thinking I was faster then I was. Bad habit to have. Usually ends with crashes. Sure enough I crashed the new track bike. Bruised and battered I packed up my stuff and drove home alone.
This was actually my second attempt at getting a race license. The first was the TLR crash and now this. The one major stipulation for getting your race license is you can't crash. That was two tries and two crashes.
The picture above is after I got home and started over. I never really liked the original colors or decals anyway. I put on new forks, fixed up the bodywork, and painted it to try it all again in 2000.
To see where that all went, you can click here.
- b
Summer of 98 I decided to get into motorcycles. Summer of 99 I crashed my brand new 1999 Suzuki TLR-1000 on the track at Pocono raceway, so I decided I needed a track bike (a bike specifically for riding/racing/crashing on tracks). I found this nice 1990 Yamaha FZR 400 race bike (all street paraphernalia had been removed) in Kennet Square and bought it.
That fall I did two track days at Pocono raceway. The first was very successful and a lot of fun (Bill was even there to chaperon). The second wasn't so nice. It was a cold late October or early November day. I had this habit of thinking I was faster then I was. Bad habit to have. Usually ends with crashes. Sure enough I crashed the new track bike. Bruised and battered I packed up my stuff and drove home alone.
This was actually my second attempt at getting a race license. The first was the TLR crash and now this. The one major stipulation for getting your race license is you can't crash. That was two tries and two crashes.
The picture above is after I got home and started over. I never really liked the original colors or decals anyway. I put on new forks, fixed up the bodywork, and painted it to try it all again in 2000.
To see where that all went, you can click here.
- b
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