The racer school was just a series of classroom sessions that taught the rules and regulations of competition. Offering no specific riding instruction, the headmaster threw me into the A group with current racers and super-fast trackday riders. At first, all the other riders passed me like I was standing still, and it took some self-pep-talking to shake the intimidation factor. After the first couple sessions, though, I started getting used to being passed by riders at full speed. After finishing a mock race at the end of the day without crashing, I earned my racing license. Pumped from the day, I eagerly signed up for three races the following day. So much for taking it slow!