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Let me catch you up to speed. I sold the RC51 to buy a 2026 Season Pass for Track Time track days. I don’t miss it; but don’t take that the wrong way. I loved the torque, the riding position and the sound. I had tons of fun on that bike. But old bikes are a pain in the ass. Manufacture’s support is basically none. You can buy oil filters and spark plugs, but that’s about it. If the vibrations have created a pin-hole leak in the radiator, like it did on mine; you are at the mercy of eBay to either take a gamble on an old OEM radiator or a Chinese (will it even fit?) knock off. Sold it to a motorcycle salesman who already has three or four RC51s. I see an obvious problem, but people have different priorities…
So how come I haven’t written a newsletter in over 6 months? Well, I’ve been doing the other half of writing. Reading.
I found a challenging, hard to read book, that’s was a little over my head. Using technology to help me understand, it took me six months to complete.
Delete your social media account(s) and go find a challenging book to read!!!
I lasted 843 days as an “active” business owner. I have decided to quit, but my license, bond and insurance is still valid until expiration. I will let them run out just in case I receive a call from a customer that’s willing to pay a pretty penny. Efficiency diversity, thank you Dietrich Dorner.
It would be easy to say that quitting my fancy corporate job to start a business in something I’ve never done before (professionally); a dumb decision. The experience, knowledge and wisdom I have gained from this seemingly dumb decision negates all of that. If you took me and left me at that corporate job I will have gained a little more of that specialized knowledge. But in these last 3 years I have been drinking through a fire hose in lessons. Growth, not corporate stagnation. If you’ve ever started a business, you will know.
I was the marketing department, accounting department, legal department, licensing department, parts department, vise-this and vise-that. I was upper, mid and lower management. Driver, customer service, operator and employee to name a few. I was also the CEO, CFO, CMO, CTO, and the COO, all while trying to keep myself from going COO-COO.
Was it a success? Yes. Proof: I created a real business from zero; in a field I’ve never worked in professionally. Customers paid me. I generated repeat business. Customers referred me. Customers publicly vouched for my work. Customers tipped me (evidence that perceived value exceeded the agreed transaction). My advertising had a very long tail. My estimates became valuable products in themselves. I discovered a transferable strength. And I learned enough to deliberately reject the business model.
If it was a success, then why would I leave it?
A system can reward continuation long before it reveals if you are on the right path. My business has uncovered something. And a brighter burning bush has emerged.
Our burning bushes are pointing us in directions to better destinations. Is there ever a final destination? I don’t think so. It asymptotic, always reaching, always refining, but never arriving.
I can’t have a newsletter called, “Pictures with Words” without some pictures. So here you go:

Memorial Day Weekend track event. Finally rode the R1 in the Rain! Can’t wait to do it again! We have some unfinished “mapping” business, my friend. Photo by G. Powers Photography.

This has got to be a “hole in 1” shot for photographers. He got the front wheel in the box at about 140 mph and notice the shadow of the person waving the end-of-session checkered flag. June track event. Another awesome photo by G. Powers Photography.
If there are grammatical errors, mis-spelled words, run on sentences, horrible transitions; it’s just a fuck’n newsletter man. I’m not trying to build German tanks.
With that said. I miss writing. And I miss writing to you guys. I would love to do a lot more. One in the works is, “Parental Control, Not Traction Control”. I could be wrong, but my hypothesis is that our sportbike ECUs are obedient, not competent.
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