Being an instructor at track days means paying close attention–to flags, hazards on the track, riders’ mistakes (or impending mistakes) and strengths. With my antennae up like this, I start to notice patterns: the lady who’s never ridden at a track before and rides slower than she does on the freeway; the guy on the Hayabusa who parks it in the corners and pins it on the straights; the cocky dude on the Gixxer battling with his buddies who rides completely over his head; and those ultra-aggressive racers who can ruin anyone’s day if they cross paths. It’s all very entertaining, but it can become somewhat monotonous. Fortunately, there are a few riders who break up the monotony. Who are they? The ones who can really ride–who have that magical talent that leaves all who see them ride wondering, “How do they do that?” One of those riders was at Buttonwillow Raceway the last time I was there. His name: Jett Wayne Chandler.