That, alas was I. Thanks for your kind thoughts. The bike is a stock '98 Triumph Sprint Sport 885.
The sighting lap session was really fun and got me off the 'this track is too fast' fears I'd had. Then on the first open session I didn't take an instructor. I figured I'd run that one alone and then pick one up for the rest of the sessions. Bad Bad Bad. The session started fine, I was having fun and easily passed a rider outside of 3 after waiting patiently through 1 & 2. then 4 was a nice clear ride up into 5.
I was overconfident and under experienced however and didn't have turn 5 right in my mind yet. I wasn't going
way too fast, but I was going
too fast and didn't have a proper 'plan' for the turn. Bottom line, I fucked up. I went over a very technical and unfamiliar turn too hot and failed to flick the bike over hard enough at the crest, that put my 'line' right off the track over the hash marks. :sad There just wasn't any way I was going to get it leaned over in time (that hillside is pretty steep and long, likely a much better rider could have adjusted, not me

) So I stood it up and braked off what speed I had until I hit the hash then stood up just a teeny bit on the pegs and entered the dirt. I wasn't sure how I'd enter the track half way through 5a without hitting anyone but that wasn't likely going to be a concern. The slope of the hill is a bit much and though I kept off the brakes my front end immediately washed out and planted me solid on the right side. No sliding really, I took the brunt on my right rib cage. I didn't break anything but the bruising is a new form of hell. Just found out today there's a purple patch on the top of my right earlobe, seems to be from my eyeglass frames.
A key thing I've realized is that Race Tracks aren't public roads in many ways. One important way is many turns (like 5) are 'trick turns' and that's what the track is all about. Public highways usually have huge sight lines and no tricks, they are designed for the most part to be predictable and kind. Even where roads are 'tricky', the street pace accommodates this. So, I manage 250-300 twistie miles on mostly goat roads each weekend without incident in ~6K miles this year. I haven't had an 'oh shit' moment since early March.
I didn't do this without knowing there's a possible down side. I came out pretty damned well considering and managed to ride 4 more sessions before going home late Sunday night, despite my mind being fsck'd up and my ribs hurting in a whole new, delightful way. I was told I had good body positioning and had decent lines but I was just really really slow and that was just fine.
Z2 delivers tremendous value whether on the track or not. The counseling, crash analysis and emphatic support and encouragement they provided were phenomenal and helped me to get back on the track Sunday despite my reservations. Z2 have an extremely good attitude and their concern for rider safety and comfort are truly first rate.
My bike is now missing a right front Turn signal. Otherwise, the bar end isn't even scraped, brake lever untouched as well. Hell, even the mirror is fine!. The fairing is rashed and has a crack. Believe it or not, much of it rubbed out. A quick rattle can job ought to put the clutch cover right, no scratches really, just the sand scraped the paint off. Small scratches on muffler.
This was only my second track day, but my first was with Z2 at RFR in May. It was really sweet and I got up to 5 laps into every session of the day. On the last session I was already waxing nostalgic and thanking each corner for a wonderful ride. I'm working over in my mind what happened this weekend and hope to get the funk out. I'm signed up with Z2 for RFR in October and I'm putting together a game plan to make that work better.
I feel bad for the guy that went down on Turn 5 in the morning.
Was it a red bike? I saw that on my first moto, felt bad for him too. It didn't look bad, but it sucks to be out a buck ninety after ten minutes of riding. Doesn't everyone know to save crashing until the end of the day??
Yeah, it was the red twin... 500 maybe? Dual stock exhaust. Poor guy.