035 – Winter Dreams, Part I

We’ve reached that deep, dark hole in the middle of winter. The point where it never seems like it’s going to end, and all you can do is dream of the glories of summers past. I ran across these shots from my first ever track day, in September of 2005. It doesn’t seem that long ago, thinking about it. But looking at myself, I can see that it has been.

There’s a part of me that misses the exciting innocence of that time, when I was new to the track. It was heady stuff. New skills learned every session, faster laps every lap, finding out more and more about what this incredible machine could do for me. But you’re only a virgin once, which I suppose is probably for the better.