They don’t tell you broken ribs can lead to a serious case of ENVY
Its’ been almost 3 weeks since I broke 3 ribs and bruised my lung in a dirt bike wreck chronicled in my Previous Post, and I am finally sleeping laying down and getting life back to normal. Unfortunately neither me nor my bike was 100% ready to head to the racetrack for todays Pueblo Motorsports Pony Express race. Even though I wasn’t ready to race I figured I should go support my boys who were running a 3 man team called Heavy Metal Thunder in this event.
Going to the race track to when you can’t race is a bad idea, waking up at 8 on a Sunday and riding 2 hours in 38 degree weather is just plain stupid. My 8 am ride got off to a rocky start as one of my all star racing friend Karl, clearly the most experienced racer amongst us, called me frantic as he forgot his helmet. I ran to his house Grabbed his lid and headed down to Pueblo shaking most of the way from the cold. When I arrived Karl was on the grid and it was first call, I rode through the pits and made the hand off just in time. 
Listening to the wale of that triple was part exciting and part heartbreaking, knowing that my Daytona was sitting in the garage still 20 labor hours away from being ready to run. After a 30 minute session, Karl pulled in and his brother Chris took off on Honda CBR. After 12 hot laps Chris managed a magical highside. Aside from being a little shaken up both Chris and his bike came out ok.
Chris Jumped on the pit back and ripped across the pits to give his transponder to Fish who was ready to get out there on his Ducati 748. After only 4 or 5 laps Fish came into the pits with a motor making all sorts of bad sounds. Karl headed back out on the Triumph and got to put in a long session of fast laps.
Having endured enough of the torture of watching my friends having all the fun I decided I needed to find some good roads for my trip home. It had warmed up to about 75 degrees and I blasted north to Colorado Springs. From there I rode Rt. 24 to Woodland Park and then Rt 67 to Sedalia. This was just what the doctor ordered, tight twisties, fast sweepers, and gorgeous Colorado scenery, following the Platte river. 
The Smile on my face was stretching from ear to ear as I got settled on the Ducati, until the road signs asked for a sharp right on Pine River Road. All the fast fun was over and I had to concentrate on not dumping in the dirt.
Finally the sunshine, the twisty roads, and a bit of dirt fire road exploration and I was starting to feel a little less jealous of my friends on the track. Now it is back to the garage to work on my Triumph 675 so I will be ready for Memorial day on the track. 
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I just got my D675 and live in denver. If you are up in the area you should drop me a line and we’ll get the beauties out for a ide.