If you’ve never done it, going on a track day seems like a really big deal – a huge right of passage that will give most (honest) riders butterflies, and a nagging fear that you are likely to crash. Next, you realise you’re uninsured on-track, too broken to work, lose your job, wife, kids and eventually you’ll end up in a cardboard box in the Southbank trying to remember what bikes you once owned, through misty eyes brought on by too much cheap lager....more