Feb 072013
Grattan Raceway, September 2009.
This was the weekend I discovered Grattan, a track built by someone with a deep understanding of the capabilities of racing motorcycles, and a pathological hatred for those riding them. Every corner on the track has some trick about it. It’s off camber, blind, has an elevation change, rippled pavement, or some sinister combination thereof. And if that wasn’t enough, in the mornings, the turtles like to come out of the ponds and sun themselves on the track surface, making an already impossibly challenging track into an obstacle course.
I kinda love that place. Can’t wait to go back.