December 2009

WERA Motorcycle Roadracing, Inc is one of the oldest and largest national sanctioning bodies conducting motorcycle races at road courses across the United States.

2004 marked the 30th Anniversary for WERA Motorcycle Roadracing. There are over 3,000 motorcycle roadracers holding a competition license, with over 135 Lifetime Members (held a Competition License for ten consecutive years) 75 Mini License holders.

WERA offers rider’s schools and entry level motorcyle racing for anyone with a motorcycle and offers three types of motorcycle racing.

Visit the official site visit:


I sell parts for a living and each salesman makes his own hourly rate and a commission.  A fellow salesman who happened to be off work refereed me a customer who needed to place a small order.   The customer gave me the part numbers and when I pulled up his account it showed his WERA racing number.

After the order was placed I was compelled to offer him my service.  I told him that I would be more than willing to work and offer an extra set of hands just to be able to experience a race on his pit crew. Just an honest and open question.   I was prepared in advance for the “yeah, sure I’ll call you” but to my surprise I was met with gratitude.  His response was that he was putting in everything he had this year, and that it may be his last.  Any extra help would be greatly appreciated.  My spirits immediately lifted.

I will make every effort to follow through and be part of whatever I can.  The experience will make every difference in the world to me.  It gives me a tangible hope for something to look forward to not only in the new year… but a sign that the Universe is indeed in support of my efforts, and that this is a path open to me.

You never know; the experience and travel will open up so many possibilities for other chance happenings.  The Universe has a way of helping things along for the better.  All you need to do is ask.

Why on earth would I want to try and make a career out of moving about on the road?  “Its not about the drive its about where your going..” my friends and family have told me many time this.  Imagine though if for you it didn’t matter where you were going – as long as you got to drive there… and loved every second of it!

The price of gas is my price of admission.  The type of car your driving determines what kind of “theme park” adventure awaits you… and all you need is a commute to work, or enough free time to go enjoy yourself.

People come in many different forms, and there are just as many types of drivers.   There is the casual driver who doesn’t really mind what he is driving as long as it runs, is moderately comfortable and gets to where they need to go.  Others drive fast as they can, and with the world in a blur of motion around them they thrive on the adrenalin rush.   Others who just go out for a drive want to see the scenery but to feel journey and smell the fresh air around them.   Taking in the experience as a whole requires all of these attributes… and every car is built differently with strength and weaknesses in each characteristic.

I was raised on a farm.  But all my relatives live in the city; so I am used to driving at night in the dark and deer infested countryside.  But I am also skilled at driving in the traffic and parking meter/garage infested urban environment.  But no matter where I am; I’m behind a wheel.

I’ve grown up on the road; and I’m now maturing on it.  I know what it looks like, and feels like, even smells like.  I live to drive.

The road is always changing and you never get to drive the same day over again.  The road is part of our world – even if its not a natural road –  but its alive and constantly changing.

I’ve owned lots of cars.  I can’t get enough of them.  I like buying a new car – learning all its tricks, and secrets.  I name it, take it with me, introduce it to my loved ones – and ultimately give it the honor of protecting me on the open road.

Do what you love and the money… forget the money: just let me do it to because I enjoy it.  Thats what makes me feel worthy.   I’m happy when I do it.

If I write about my reviews and experiences and one day become well known or famous; it will be through truth, hard work, dedication, and in a small way my opinion about what I like or dislike.

It doesn’t matter what happens either way: I’m just doing what makes me happy… and therefore I cannot fail.

It truly is time for me to come to terms with something I need to be quite honest with.  I truly love cars.

Everything about them catches my interest, from the most minute detail about their history or why something is in fact the way it is.  All the way up to the easy to appreciate parts like speed, power, and beauty.

I also have to admit that I’m not a natural writer; so forgive my grammar, and perhaps spelling.   I mean to write this as if I’m monologuing or presenting the car as a conversation to you.

I happened upon word press by accident, and truthfully I already have a blog for personal use… but something stirred in me to use this blog as a tool or map.  I’m on a journey to my personal success; and the old saying “do what you love and the money will come” is my first clue.

I don’t need lots of money.  It would be nice to have; but I don’t need it.  I do what to have a career that puts me around what I love, and the opportunity to spend time with the people I love – either by way of making enough money while working to have enough to not have to work all the time and therefore be able to spend time with my family – or doing something enjoyable.

I want to test cars, race cars, learn about cars, work on cars, or just plain casually drive cars.  I have no idea of any job outside of fantasy that lets someone do that?  So I will strive to the best of my ability to create that life for myself… hence this blog.

I will test and rate cars available to me: if I am good at this someone in this universe will take notice to either my hard work or ability and opportunity will provide itself; or I will be dreadful at it and go by the wayside and with a little luck no one will notice.

Well here goes… *sigh*