It's ok I put out the fire.  Things in my life have been busier as of late then it has in a long time.  Where shall we start?  How about at the beginning.

Another busy weekend.  Saturday was spent running errands, driving all over Denver a lot of which was a waste of time.  Had some good company though and was able to acquire a new pair of boots and gloves for the track.  Saturday night was spent filming Ben's wedding.  One thing I can tell you is that I'm getting pretty used to weddings although his proved difficult to shoot.  I was beat Saturday night but had to pick up a few groceries for Sunday.

Sunday came.  Woke up at 7:30 and took a shower.  Made some coffee.  Waited for Greg.  He finally showed up and we proceeded to drain the coolant on the bike.  That actually went pretty smoothly.  Took a little longer then expected so we decided we had to meet Grubbs and Sam at the track.  The real fun came when we loaded the bike in the truck.  Getting it up there wasn't too hard we just looked like a couple monkeys strapping it down.  It was secure enough to make it to the track without anything falling out though.

Made it to the track, paid, and got a quick lesson from Steve on body position, flags and such.  Suited up and jumped on the track.  I wouldn't necessarily say I was nervous, I was just focused.  Followed Grubbs on the track and it was amazing how much different it is.  Things came so much quicker.  Had to focus on speed, breaks, body position, line, etc.  When we got off the first session, I was literally shaking.  Not out of fear, but out of such intense adrenaline.

I started off slow but as the day went on, I was becoming faster and faster.  Had a few close calls, went off the track once at the corkscrew which turned out to be not too big of a deal.  It was a great learning experience and I can't wait to get back out there.

Greg asked, "so how was it?"  "Like the most intense roller-coaster you've ever been on and you could fall off at any moment!"

I've spent a few restless night lately, keeping my self in that in between consciousness, where vivid imagery and physical emotion take hold.  Lightly sleeping and dreaming.

Since the whirlwind weekend where I was too busy for my own good, starting with a work retreat then a wedding shoot, and then Sunday at the track.  The track part is what brought me to this place of little rest.  The last two nights I've dreamt of racing motorcycles.  Over the last 6 months or so, it was never really a question of if, only win.  Sunday however stamped that idea into titanium, antimanium, concreted steel.  I AM GOING TO RACE MOTORCYCLES!

Now it's only a matter of time, just waiting to get the scratch together to get out there.  I'm making progress.  All I really need are a pair of boots.  Hopefully I can make it to the class on August 16th.  Then maybe a track day in Sept.  Then the off season where I will get the rest together.

I only assume these restless nights will get worse as I actually get on the track.  I have a feeling that it will be worth it.

So I've had a busy week thus far.  Referring not only to this week but also the past weekend.  The weekend was great.  I hung out with Greg all weekend because we worked on my bike.  Saturday, Greg and Dan came over to help me install my new Yosh exhaust.  First I treated them to lunch for helping me and then we got down to business.  We took the bike apart which had it's issues, mostly with taking off and replacing the headers.  Those damn screws were hard to get to. Dan left right as we removed the stock headers, and then Greg and I put on the new headers and exhaust.  We were both pretty dirty and tired so we decided to wait and put the PCV on Sunday and scrap going to the race.

Greg left, and Marc, Eric and I went to Star Trek saturday night.  It was an awesome movie, so entertaining.  I already can't wait for the sequel.


On a rainy Sunday morning, Greg came back over and we installed the fuel controller.  That was an issue in and of itself.  After scratching our heads for a while we decided to completely take off the tank which made life much easier.  Paco stopped by for about and hour which was nice.  As we all were working on the bike, we were witness to a domestic violence dispute...WTF?  I thought Lone Tree was a nice part of town.  The girl was ok but the cops were called and craziness ensued.  We remained in our little bubble of niceness aka the garage, and did our thing.

We got the FI installed and started her up.  Man did she sound good.  All in all I was pretty proud of what we were able to accomplish.  Both of us are mechanically challenged so it felt good.  Gave us the confidence to try other things.

Tonight is PnR softball and I'm excited.  Always a good time, and hopefully we do better.  That's all I have for now.  As I fight off nostalgia as always, I put my mind into other things.  Primarily to distract myself.  That's ok right?  Ignoring your thoughts?  Especially if they are potentially damaging?

So I realized today how excited for the cruise I actually am.  So much so I started planning my next trip, but I'll get to that momentarily.

As the blur known as my week progressed I realized how much work I actually need to do before I leave, and how with the time available it will be practically impossible, so I've settled in a place of acceptance.  Accepting that everything will not get done.  What will get done?  Glad you asked.  I will present my long overdue proposal tomorrow and after, I'm sure to feel fulfilled.  I also hope to take my car into the body shop so it will get fixed while I'm away.  Lastly on the agenda for tomorrow is for me to present my "baby sitting" skills to my friends mom to provide her comfort with whom he will be with on the cruise.

As for the rest of the week?  On the top of my priority list is to get my haircut, go tanning, and sign my lease for my new apartment.

I had an amazing evening filled with fun.  First off I met some friends for dinner at the first bike night of the season.  I felt a little rusty riding "candy" but am confident that it will all come back soon.  After a good time chatting it up, I went to another friends house for our weekly Lost night.  Man that show just keeps getting better and better.

And now I'm tired, so it is time for me to retire...you thought I forgot didn't you.  I say nay nay.  So I decided today that I will be spending my next Christmas in Europe.  Where in Europe?  Not entirely sure.  I know I'm going to Paris.  I'd like to go to London, Germany, Italy, and Spain, but we will see where I end up as I will be gone for a little over 7 days.

Who will I be going with?  Again, I'm not sure.  If I end up going alone that's fine and almost preferred.  I think this is just something I need to do.  Something for me.  As cliche as it sounds, a way for me to find myself.

And now it is time for me to find my pillow.  Goodnight all.