So reality just kicked my arse.
Finally got the bike done and running great so I took it to the cliff today.
Being somewhat of an adult I figured I would start on the C track and knock off 17 years of rust. 5 laps later I felt pretty good so I thought I would go back to the truck, check the bike then hit the big track. All is great with the bike so I venture out. 1 slow sight lap and then on the gas. Well, some what. Through the rollers I am bouncing the front wheel off the top of each and carrying good speed into the corner. Make the turn, jump the little up hill double thing and rail the left hander. At that exact moment I forgot I was 46. " wow. That felt good". Right hander kink and I am thinking about a return to the pro's. What could go wrong with two little doubles and the bowl turn in front of me..... Well stand for the first and my pants nearly fall off my butt. I make the little wiggle with the hips to keep them up and land at the exact time... Now, if this has ever happened to you you will know exactly what I am saying. I can HEAR a disk in my lower back slide out of place... Yes, it hurts like it sounds.
Slowly finish the lap and head back to the truck.
Tears rolling down my face as I scoot the bike on the stand.
Tried to stretch it out, and after 20 min I think I can ride again. WRONG.
Had to get help to load the bike and then drive 2 hours back home.
Something about a motorcycle makes you forget about reality. If for only a few minutes. But a bad back never lets you dream very long.
Chiropractor in the morning. Maybe I will hit him up for a sponsorship since this is not going to stop me.
Bike runs great. Of course, no low end, but if you rev the crap out of it then it pulls. Suspension is rock hard. Maybe a tad too harsh. But can be fixed with clickers.
Front brake is junk. Oversized rotor is a must.
Tall seat will help the "bucket seats" feel.
Oh, and most important. Stretch before I try to relive the late 80's again.
Sucks being old