Everything you read and hear about Mid-Ohio is true to the tenth power. The swap meet is a sea of second mortgages just waiting to happen, the suffocating heat will give you malaria or jock itch, and the racing is second to none.
Being a huge fan of the Superbike circuit, I was not prepared for the AHRMA code of ethics…i.e., there are none. Cruising the professional Superbike pits one is often accosted by verbal warnings such as, “Hey, keep behind the barrier! Back off ! I don’t have time for that crap right now, MTV Road Rules is on the monitor. Is that a McDonald’s straw? Where’s my hair bleach ?!”
Trained by countless hours of attending Superbike racing, I tepidly approach the pits of Mid-Ohio. Peering around the corner of a garage, I brace myself for the verbal attack by some Superbike monkey as I spy a very rare Vincent Gray Flash in racing trim, a Vincent HRD, two real Norton Manxes, and a tasty BSA. My eyes meet those of the Pit Manager and I begin to shudder as his mouth moves. But hark, what are those foreign sentiments streaming forth? Are those invitations to venture into this haven of historic beauty? Why yes!
Among the many amazing things you will witness at Mid-Ohio, the one thing that will surely stand out in your photo album is the endless enthusiasm coupled with genuine hospitality.