The next day, what’s left of our team finally get to our seats and watch the flat trackers flog their machines, doing laps at 120mphs. Sideways on purpose. The day goes smooth until a horrific crash on the far side, sidelining two racers with various injuries. No one is seriously hurt, but the crowd is shook up.
Because it is our last day, we have to cut our stay short and get back on the road. We gear up for the last time in the blistering heat, sync up our comms, point our bikes North and put rubber to the boring highway. And other than a chance, and a rather hostile encounter with Freak from Mancow Morning Madhouse by one of our team members, everything goes smooth and I arrive home without any further incidents.
Helmuth von Moltke the Elder once said that “No battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy.” I feel that is also true for any trip plan. You have to be able to adapt and roll with the punches. Even if those punches could come from a guy named Freak.