OK. So... I have a 1st world problem that requires zero sympathy but maybe a little advice (or abuse). TL/DR move on.
backstory:
I did my first track event in 1999 after a few tastes of auto-x that left me wanting more at the end of a day. I became an instructor in 2003. I've raced karts, spec E30, NASA GTS, BMWCCA Club racing in two classes (CMOD, IS) and I've done some of the low buck endurance stuff... and even a season of BMWCCA's high end endurance series with a team of great friends. Lots of podiums and a couple class wins... even a full sweep of an entire weekend. Primarily in cars I built in my own garage or cobbled together in someone else's. I've had hundreds of students, thousands of track days, 5 seasons of W2W racing with all the lows of failure, highs of victory and fun of playing race car driver with good friends. I have practically defined myself by being a track junkie. My email addy book reads like a who's who in tin top American road racing. So, you know, I've got some personal investment here. It's a thing.
And now it's 2015 and I'm pulling the car out of winter storage to get set to do it again. It's a cheap "off" season... just needs fresh front dampers, rotors/pads, a good going over and to setup/align/balance it for the fresh suspension. Maybe a new center net or something but nothing major. No motors. No transmissions. No big rule changes. I mention this because it's a dream come true. I have been plagued by problems for years. This is THE YEAR. 75 days ago when I put the car away I was coming off a weekend blitz that had me vibrating for a week. I had (finally) got the new car sorted and won all three points races at NJMP. It was a great fight too. Car broke a strut on the last lap of the enduro. Opponents were always right there. It came down to a last lap move 2 wheels in the grass on Sunday. When I put it to rest I thought to myself... "fresh dampers, rubber, do some races in the south and midwest to go for the championship next year". I was annoying the living crap out of my friends with my endless droning about !finally! having a competitive package. I was all in. But here I am with the budget all set - hesitating. My heart really isn't in it. DISCLAIMER... I know it's winter and the blahs set in but I've always been super-excited to get that first lap of the season in. It's wrenching time. I'm supposed to be excited right now. This year my first thought was "If I sold the car, trailer, truck and spares...".
See, once the car was sealed up in the trailer for the winter I got restless. It was a long, favorable weather fall. Thoughts of my first real love started to creep in. Like so many facebook hookups. The love I abandoned after a similar time commitment in the 80s/90s when I started instructing HPDE... motorcycles. Those berkeleying sexy, dirty things. I was all over CL and ebay. I was wandering into dealerships ... you know. Just to pass the time. Not going to touch.
Long/short here, I bought a bike in the waning days of September and put almost 4k miles on it between October 3 and December 20. The new romance was hot. I was sneaking out at lunch for a quickie. I was looking over my shoulder when walking away. All my fantasies turned to riding somewhere and camping alone on a desolate stretch of nowhere with a view. They even made financial sense. They cost almost nothing - my race fuel budget alone would cover the next 5 years. I could ride every day... no need to wait for an event weekend.
OK... so, what's the problem then you say? "Get to the berkeleying point. Sell your E36 M3 and move on. People have cancer and you are typing walls of text about quitting E36 M3 that is completely awesome? berkeley you you berkeleying berkeley. Right in your berkeleying ass-face. Quit your bitching you charmed life livin' motherberkeleying assmunch". And I somewhat agree. Except the assmunch part. I have a weak stomach. The problem lies in the sixteen years of friends who camp and bench race and take parts off their cars then stay up all night wrenching to help me fix mine so I can win or break trying. Friends who I've followed to track after track, taught and learned from... but never met their families. They live in the time spent in the paddock. Truthfully - I don't even know what some of them do for a living. But I know who they are, really. I know who flinches at the sight of blood. Who has the weed. Who will leave room on the inside and who will slam the door. Who will bump draft. The important things that define us that we never show anyone but the people we are in it with. And the really sticky bit - they know me too. But if I don't go to the paddock - most of them cease to exist. The best people I only ever saw the best side of. We are all escape artists. No one brings their baggage to the track. No bankers, lawyers, engineers, or scoundrels. Just racers. Aside from the few people I've actually exchanged my baggage with over the years - they all disappear. I'm pretty sure I could cut the cord on the racing and just casually hit the track when the urge came on... but I'm not sure if that is the real reason I need those weekend fixes anymore.
I feel like I'm pondering a divorce.
What say the hive? Do I keep berkeleying the regular whore because deep down it's more than just berkeleying or do I run off with an old flame rekindled?