Kind of my two cents here. I mostly ride trails with my boy. However, he got the bright idea of wanting to hit a track. A brief summary of my experience I posted on another site back in 2009.
I went to a new track here in San Antonio. Lets just say it was a total a** kicking. I never knew riding trails and MX was so different. Nothing I mean absolutely nothing could have prepared me for today.
I couldn't have been more frustrated. I was all over the place. Couldn't hold a line to save my butt. In and out of ruts, literally, I couldn't stay in one and ride it out for the life of me. And what is up with doubles? Why in the h*ll would you put two jumps that close together? I never did "make" a double. Table tops... Oh yah, nothing like being thrown randomly in the air hoping the landing doesn't resemble a plane missing the runway. Whoops, okay those seem like little doubles to me. I was slow through these too. I think the people walking next to the track passed me. I never got arm pump so quick in my life, had to pull of the track several times. To think I paid to have this "fun" at the ripe old age of 42. I am sure you folks have seen that guy out on the track looking like he had no business being there? That was me to a tee. I am not exagerating at all. It was that kind of day.
Found out two things today. My bike (RMZ250) has reverse. It must, these kids on 85's were going by me like I was going backwards. And I set a track record (this still needs to be validated) by falling in the same damn corner the most times in one day.
Needless to say by the end of the day after falling in the same corner again, I felt like leaving the bike there and picking it up the next day. I was about to find the track owner and shoot him and give up the sport all together.
Oh yah.. Great write up Buck!!! Sums it all up very well.
You may want to stick to bench racing You may still experience arm pump (12oz curls), heavy breathing and a pounding heart...it all depends on the MILF in the pit next to yours!I raced MX and desert as a kid. Now that Im old if I get on a track I go fast as I can, which is slow, and at the end of the second lap Im whipped with arm pump and deep breathing, heart pounding........... I am talking about riding a bike you guys.