And other truths revealed in my recent trip to Summit Point, WV.
I decided to stretch the legs on the KLR and see how worthy it would be for a distance-touring ADV bike. Well, a GoldWing it is not, but it wasn't horrible. My day started off with a quick check of the weather and all looked good for a cool, sunny weekend. I packed only minimally for an overnight trip. No tent, as I would be shacking up with some friends and family that had left the day prior to set up at the track for the WERA races. Two friends and my cousin are racing this year and the Summit Point race is the last of this season in the Southeast division. Since I will be racing next year, any chance to check out a track is worthwhile.
After packing and securing everything, I realized my camera had gone belly up. Proprietary battery and charger that is no longer supported by the company equals a frustrated me going into Sears last minute to replace it. Ah well, last minute buys sometimes pan out, so here goes.
My first shot parked in front of Sears making sure it works.
Testing my ambidextrous abilities, I tried snapping a train that I tagged along with for about 10 miles or so. I thought I would never reach the locomotive.
No sooner did I pass the train and get the camera stowed and came upon a breathtaking hydroelectric plant. Pictures could never have captured the cool factor of this spot. You can see the train off in the distance across the lake.
I did not get pictures of the dinner experience that night, but let me say this. If you are in Charles Town, WV. Do not go to the horse track unless you are in need of some self-torture. The bottom floor is consumed by slot machines, geriatrics spending their grandkids inheritance, cigar/pipe/cigarette smoke and the worlds most terrifying maze of ben-gay and aspercreme laden people.
I saw my grandmother at least a dozen times in a span of ten feet.
So, after a restless night trying to sleep through my cousin's snoring (read sasquatch w/ nasal issues
), the TV going all night, and another friend listening to his headphones jacked on level 12. I didn't get much sleep. We arrived at the track in one piece and a little more worn for wear. I gotta say though, the road going into Summit Point is worth the price of admission alone. That had to be the closest I've ever been to riding a roller-coaster without ever leaving the ground.
Here is our humble abode while at the races.
My cousin being reprimanded by a track official for a missed safety wire component. How they ever saw it while he was at race pace, I'll never know.
In the second race of the day, my cousin being led by another friend on the front straight.
The riders exiting turn 5 on the back section of the track.
Turn 9 going up the hill under the bridge and back to the front striaght. You can tell the guys I am with by their orange shirts over the leathers.
The scenery in WV is wonderful this time of year...
D'oh, wait, I meant this one, yeah, that's it.
The leaves have not started changing yet. Even at 4,000 feet, I would give them about two more weeks and this will be a much different picture.
My last stop before heading home. A great BBQ spot with home-cooking and very nice wait staff. In Massanutten, VA.
After this stop, it got dark very quickly. The deer started coming out from everywhere. Going through mountain passes at 10pm w/ blind curves is a harrowing experience even during the daytime. At night it is downright butt-puckering. I made it home in one piece and with 700 more miles on the Odometer. The KLR is very capable and confident at all speeds. My only change would be the addition of a sixth gear and a new seat. Other than that, I could not have asked for much more. I look forward to my next journey.