IT’S BEEN A while since my last Revolting Racer column, so for those who do and don’t know me, rest assured, I am a racer, still. And not so much revolting in the septic tank sense, more in the Capitol-storming Septic Tank parlance of revolt. Although it’s not so much a revolution I’m going through, more of a reinvention; from a pro roadracer in a semi, to semi-pro flat tracker in a van.
These days, as a test rider, I still get paid to ride bikes, which means I now have the luxury of deciding what I want to race. Because back when I was racing for food, I needed to race what I knew and did best, which was road racing.
This freedom lead me to flat-track racing, both…
