Words do not do justice to the experience of sitting waiting on the start line looking down several miles of empty salt. Then with a few words of very sound advice the startline marshal offers you the racetrack
During the conversation something special happened. Asking if we had our licences yet I replied no, so Brian offered us not only the BMW to ride but crew and riding gear.
I was much too big for Laura’s leathers but Dave tried very hard but unsuccessfully. The gloves and helmet however were OK.
We still had rookie orientation to do, so heading back to the pits we stopped by impound, and with the generosity only racers possess Kyle and Tyler loaned us their boots and leathers.
Thursday morning arrived and with fresh rookie stickers on the helmet, wearing size 10 boots on my size 8 feet and Tyler's leathers (he’s over 6 ft), a worzel gummidge look-alike lined up to run down the salt
You have just got to do this at least once in your life. There's nothing else like it.
Brian Erika & Karly with the Supercharged Harley
During the same walkabout through the pits we met Rick Pearson. An Englishman flying a Scots flag running under a French entry in the program. A few beers and a lie down in the car, you could not call it sitting, and aother friend for life. Which for 2012 would prove to be very visual and one hell of a laugh.
Aiming for 313mph + to take the I/BFS record and a coveted Blue hat for the 300 mph chapter of the 200 club. And it's got a Kawasaki engine so it's almost a bike.