As I pulled the GT into mom’s garage, helped immensely by her dogs Willow and Todo, I begrudgingly admitted this Tracer was a better tool for today’s job than my amazing and much-loved 2006 Yamaha FZ1. There, I said it—and it’s high praise. The FZ1s used at YCRS impressed me so much that I bought my own and it has been outstanding, with a capital O. My mom asked about the ride; I omitted the big speeds, crazy winds, and the lone deer I whizzed past in the dark outside of Hurricane (did you read “Hurkin”?). I talked about how much fun this new bike is and how much I am looking forward to the next 12 months. I might have mentioned the heated grips and hand guards a few times too. Over wine we reminisced about the empty Zion we remembered, both agreeing that it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved.