As I’m freaking out at work, friend offers some of her ADD medication. I reject it at first. I don’t like pills, and I definitely don’t like other people’s pills. Once I get to the point of complete incapacitation – I can’t think, I can’t focus, all I can do is vibrate in my chair, I take her up on her offer. 15 minutes later I’m superman! All that unfocused energy has been focused into a single beam of productivity. It’s the weirdest feeling in the world. I guess I’m a bit ADD after all (I’ve been conjecturing this for many, many years). Before continuing to freak out about the upcoming track day, I call my doctor and make an appointment to discuss this new discovery with her. A quick note concerning the future: I was diagnosed and was given a prescription, so now I have my own pills for these emergencies. Anyway, the track, the freaking out, right, getting back to that….
Yea, after the pills, no more freaking out. I got all of my work done in a record amount of time and returned home to dinner and a movie with the room mates, as was planned. I go to bed reasonably early. I know not the reason, but I’m up earlier than I usually get up for work, and I put it to good use. Friend and I have to go 40 miles to get new tires, and we make quick work of it, playing a bit Smokey and the Bandit action, with her – riding her ZX-10R playing scout, guide, and general “fighter jet” around me and my car, the cargo carrier. We make absolute record time! I never knew the Subaru ran into the triple digits so comfortably! I even got 22mpg on that trip!
We come back about an hour behind schedule and I get to work prepping the bike. I’m done an hour and a half later, but spend another hour or so tinkering with this and that. As I’m taping up the last of the headlights it hits me… I’m done, I’m ready. I have everything. Almost exactly 24 hrs. from the initial freak-out I’m as calm as I can get. Wow, I’m such a freak!
Buddy picks me up a bit later than planned, and we dawdle on getting everything loaded into the pick-up and trailer. We run right up to sunset, and then he won’t stop futzing with this and that. I tell him to stop and go to bed. I’m calm, tired, and even though I would like to watch a movie, I force myself to go to bed. Tomorrow is an early, long and exhausting day. I have no problem sleeping, and don’t want to get up when the alarm goes off at 5am. Regardless of my lethargy, we’re out the door at 5:30, right on time, and on the long road by 6:00, as planned.
To be continued…