I had an interesting experience this weekend -- my first real group ride (or part of one!)
The group -- Virginia Sport Riders, working through meetup.com. I have about 3 months in the club as a watcher, not a participater.
The plan -- meeting in springfield, va. Down 95S to some twisties in the Quantico area, lunch, depart.
The meetup -- people were nice, not intimidating or braggers. Some of the bikes were off the hook, but many were of the R1/R6 variety. Many Ducs, one chromed-out Bussa monster. I knew a few folks, and thought they were about where I was on the crazy meter. Ride leader gave the expected "Ride within Yourself" talk.
Approach to 95S -- learned quickly that watching the group was not as important as watching the road and the traffic. Nothing bad happened but I was definitely a little crossed up. Cars kept trying to jam into our line. Also, could NOT hear anything. Often found myself not knowing what gear I was in.
Jump on 95S -- the group of 20 bikes hits 95S in Sunday traffic, heavy/crowded but not slowed. The leader cut through the traffic to the leftmost lane and HIT IT! The animal came out of all of these race replica bikes as the group weaved through the traffic and pushed 80+. I lost contact, and before long I was over a mile behind.
So, I turned off and went home. In some ways I feel bad that I didn't go WAAAY outside my comfort level and chase them down, or that I don't ride an R1, GXSR, or some other race bike, but most of me is satisfied with my FZ6R and my decision to let them be them, and let me be me.
The group -- Virginia Sport Riders, working through meetup.com. I have about 3 months in the club as a watcher, not a participater.
The plan -- meeting in springfield, va. Down 95S to some twisties in the Quantico area, lunch, depart.
The meetup -- people were nice, not intimidating or braggers. Some of the bikes were off the hook, but many were of the R1/R6 variety. Many Ducs, one chromed-out Bussa monster. I knew a few folks, and thought they were about where I was on the crazy meter. Ride leader gave the expected "Ride within Yourself" talk.
Approach to 95S -- learned quickly that watching the group was not as important as watching the road and the traffic. Nothing bad happened but I was definitely a little crossed up. Cars kept trying to jam into our line. Also, could NOT hear anything. Often found myself not knowing what gear I was in.
Jump on 95S -- the group of 20 bikes hits 95S in Sunday traffic, heavy/crowded but not slowed. The leader cut through the traffic to the leftmost lane and HIT IT! The animal came out of all of these race replica bikes as the group weaved through the traffic and pushed 80+. I lost contact, and before long I was over a mile behind.
So, I turned off and went home. In some ways I feel bad that I didn't go WAAAY outside my comfort level and chase them down, or that I don't ride an R1, GXSR, or some other race bike, but most of me is satisfied with my FZ6R and my decision to let them be them, and let me be me.