Oh yes,
The Colnel was allready very glad to hear I'd given up roadracing when i invited them all down for my last event.
Managed to only get bit hard once. In 1995 we were about to perform an ORI (Operational Readiness Inspection) and had been preparing for months in advance. Well, it was a key race for my WERA region at StLouis International and I was very high in the points and wanted to make sure I got my invitation to the grand National Final at Road Atlanta at the end of the year. I won B Superbike and got 2nd in B production, then,,,,,,, I was after it hard in the F1 race and highsided myself to the moon in a fast rt hand sweeper. Put myself in orbit and went off the track with the bike bouncing end over end. On the third bounce or so and a complete pirouett that would make Nadia Komoniche proud the dang bike hit me right before I slid into the hay bails at about 90mph.
Well....
My wife came home from shopping, she never liked to go to the races for some reason, and found my bike in the back of my truck just demolished. My friend Jimmy had taken my stuff home for me during my ambulance ride. She found jimmys note on the kitched door that just said "come to Christian NE Hospital, Jay is at the E room!"
When she arrived I was in the machine on a backboard while they checked my neck. Miraculously I broke,,,, nothing. Just wasn't my day to get hurt I guess. She kinda sort of demanded I quit racing right then and there, funny eh?
The ORI was a complete success but EXTREMELY painful for me as everything, and I mean everything, on me hurt,,,,alot.
So....
I get deployed for OEF shortly after 9/11 and I am sitting in a hot place working planes like a madman all night every night while the locals take pot shots at us and drop an occasional mortor round around us,, when I get home I tell the wife i am going roadracing again, period! And,,, she did put up with it for a few years and I had alot of fun riding the Aprilias but I have to say, it just wasn't there anymore. Perhaps I lost a little fire, maybe just older, maybe the bike I chose was too expensive and I was always afraid of crashing it. Either way I just couldn't bring myself to slide both ends the way I used to do and spin up the rear to finish a turn. It was fun while it lasted and I still think there is nothing like the adrenaline rush of you and 30-40 other bikes taking a green flag from a standing start and heading for the first turn. Consider myself lucky for getting out of it having not seriously maming myself.
Ok,,, reflective rant over
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, hope I don't get banned for using up excessive bandwidth!