Well despite all objections and recommendations from doctors, my parents, friends, family, and the weather....
I rode down there anyway. Fvck em. I stole my 83 Goldwing out of storage and surprised my parents on Friday morning. To be honest once we got up to speed on the highway I was quite comfortable. Getting on and off the bike was fun but no pain no gain right?
Springfield, IL is perhaps one of, if not THE, oldest flat track arenas left. It is the literal mecca of flat track racing and home to the National Championship races since the late 70's.
They wanted to put me in a wheelchair because it was a lot of walking and there was a lot of area to cover. I refused and hobbled my way into the bleachers. Had I been in better condition I would have gone into the pits with them,
sorry Ecosse 
My pride got the best of me.
There were two days of racing, Saturday night was the TT races, no pictures of that, my camera sucked in the dark, and Sunday afternoon was the National Pro and Expert runs. There were 64 riders and only 48 slots available to fill for points slots. So you can imagine that the competition was fierce!!
Two classes... 450cc singles and the Pro Twins 500-1000cc
The 450cc singles class is mainly the starting point for racing the twins. Any stock 450cc single with modifications made that are only available in the aftermarket. You need receipts and everything to pass tech.
Pro Twins is any twin 500-1000cc. Basically anything goes except major power adders like NOS and turbo/super charging. Must be carbed and must be retro fitted to race. I.E. safety wire. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Or so says the announcer.
Just to forewarn... this is mainly now a Harley dominated sport. Nothing seems to come close.
I only have a few pics and videos but despite being crippled I had an enormous amount of fun.
To the left of me is my mother and stepfather.... huge Harley fans. To the point of being creepy.
To the right is my uncle. We all had a lot of fun.
And some pictures....
All in all I got some fresh air, sun, and the smell of race fuel in my lungs. Not to mention all kinds of rain on the way home. I loved it. When I got home though.... let the pain cometh.
Maybe I'll start taking painkillers after all.
