It didn’t take long before I stopped showing up as a spectator and started showing up as a photographer. Eventually I was travelling longer distances and multiple days to races. By this point I was familiar with other racers and event organizers. Showing my face around this tight knit family of gear heads, moto clubs, newcomers, old timers, and pros, all who were there to race but mostly have a good time, had started becoming comfortable. However, a real purpose for tagging along and taking pictures, other than all of it looked super cool, was still MIA.
Then it happened. I learned my friend had a special vintage bike I hadn’t seen yet. He’d rebuilt the engine of a 1939 Harley flathead and was working on setting a land speed record with it. Boom. This was my purpose.