Dude, I hate to be a Father figure on you, but I'm going to have to give you some tough love, son.
You're going racing this year? With a toddler in your nest? Are you out of your fucking mind? Haven't you heard me ramble on ad infinitum about the increased risks and dangers associated with club racing versus track riding? If you haven't, you will ... this weekend at Blackhawk!
I know I can't tell you what to do, but I would so hate to see you airlifted out of Blackhawk for a fucking bowling trophy when little Marcus is still so young.
I'll do my best to talk you out of racing at this point in your life, but if you do decide to dramatically increase the danger factor of your track experience, please, please, please make goddamn sure you're health insurance, especially your disability and death/dismemberment policies are maxed the fuck out, and more importantly that there are absolutely NO EXCLUSIONS in your policies for "high risk activities" that will sure as hell include racing motorcycles on a closed course. I've seen too many Dad's get torn to pieces and/or killed in the last few years. I can rationalize the track, sort of, but racing? I'll be interested to hear your thoughts at Blackhawk.
Now go and tell your Mother I'll be home soon and to have dinner ready when I get there