safety, i think you're going to have to start your own racing organization.
there's a place down the street that sells those crappy production ebikes, and i see a lot of old out of shape men and women riding around on them.
you could post up flyers and have a lemonade stand, and maybe make some money selling those big sun hats with green visors to the geriatric race fans.
i'm only half-kidding.
watching nascar is bad enough. to watch it in slow motion on a "production" ebike is just ridiculous.
do you know anyone who would buy one? let alone 20 people so you could have a race class? or 50 people so you could break even on track rental?
the only people i've ever met who have any interest in a slow ebike are all over 60, and probably couldn't get around a kart track unless it had 3 wheels and first prize was a meatloaf recipe.
i used to race SCCA with a gutted, primered, insanely modified 75 honda civic hatchback that topped out at 150, and out-cornered every production car on the market at the time. even the so-called "supercars."
there's no way i could go back to a stock civic with a 0-60 time of 10.5 seconds and have a good time racing it.
luke's right. we go to races to race. we build bikes to compete with other people who are racing, not to compete with the girl on a pink ebike with a cute little doggy in the basket.
you said yourself that building your race bike was something you wouldn't wish on others. but, we are the "others." i've got a coupla grand in china paperweights because of this "sport" that you say doesn't exist.
i've got broken frames, busted knuckles, flashburned eyes, and skin i left at willow springs.
and i'm not the only one.
you're building one race bike that's never seen a track, and i've broken, torn down, and rebuilt at least 5 bikes in 2 years and 7 or 8 races.
again, i'm not the only one.
i taught myself how to weld, learned expansion chamber dynamics, gear ratio equations, fuel calculations, weight to power figures, and how to host a race for my friends and still pay my rent and have money to eat (and drink. and smoke.)
i just don't understand what kind of sterile utopia you're dreaming about, but it sounds to me like instead of a kart track, you'd be happier racing through a mobile home park, trying to outrun a golf cart.
despite my long winded, insulting tirade, i still encourage you to show up, get on the track, and find the enjoyment, the competitive spirit, and the friendships the rest of us have found on our stupid overpowered bicycles...
