So it was around 7:30 last night, I had just finished mowing the lawn, and now I'm standing at my garage and driveway cutting lumber for my carport project. The sun is at just the right angle giving a warm orange and yellowish glow and I'm feeling good and comfortable.
As I measure out my next cut, my mind is already thinking out my work plans for this weekend. I glance over and the dirt bikes are all covered with tarps and buried under tools, parts, and clutter again, and then it hits me. ...... "Damn.....Vintage Motorcycle Days has already came and gone". For me that is almost like the passing of seasons because the event is always the highlight of my year.
I didn't think I was gonna race this year, held off to the last minute to get my act together once the decision was made to, then becoming obsessively focused and driven preparing for it, mentally, physically and emotionally. I burned two extra vacation days to ease the compression on the schedule. We got busy, did it, and now it's gone already. And being home by 1 Pm Sunday cleaning bikes and gear had an unnatural feel, as though we were cheated out of some of the weekend. It all just came and went too soon. And I know there are other races we can, and may do, but just not the same.
Left me feeling very sad.