I suppose it just depends on your point of reference? Are we comparing the current circumstances against what time period? Last year, 5 years? 10 years? Longer?
Being young and wanting to enter the sport in any era, how was the cost to get started compared to now? Would a 20 something walk down to the local dealer and get themselves a nice 600 SS to ride home and look up when the next track day is and get started?
From my armchair analysis, there is ALOT of things competing for our dollars present day. We have more lifestyle material things to choose from as well as just simple living expenses and choices.
When you look at where your dollars go and everything competing to grab your attention to spend it, it’s a wonder. Lots of stuff comes and goes.
Being young, out of university, finding a job, finding a place to live, finding a mode of transportation, affording gas station sushi and the latest game console. The bank of parents are supporting their own aging parents and trying to get their own kids to be independent.
Swipe right, started a relationship, move in together and save some housing costs but, the career ladder isn’t moving as projected. The dreams of a SS are far off. Find a 10 year old CBR600 and getting it insured turns out to be expensive. The car dealership warns you against using your leased Civic to tow a trailer will void your warranty. Renting a van from HD, they won’t insure you for being too young. I think you get the idea.
So it must be the greedy business sucking the money out of us.
How many times have we witnessed various tracks open, flounder, go into disrepair and go under?
Same for independent shops.
I would argue anything you do comes at a financial cost. Is it worth it? If the answer is no, find something that is.
Rent a Vespa in Portugal on holiday and head south. It might not be tracking a SS but, it might be fun and worth your time. And isn’t that winning enough? Go ahead and insert your own idea of cheap thrills for mega smiles.
As an aside, I used to GoKart at a young age. Parents supported me and took me places. Then the paddock started to get packed with large trucks and trailers with the latest and greatest and most speaking a foreign language. (Those darn Quebecers!). I didn’t fit in any more and it got too serious for this teenager. I don’t miss it for one bit.
Heck, I listen to my friends that are teachers and have kids in hockey cry and moan about the cost of hockey. I don’t think they do hand me down shin pads or skates from play it again and pretty sure they don’t skip the Starbucks on the way to practice.
