I scrapped my knees today, for the first time yesterday.
It was a small, slow track (IMI), but I was getting more aggressive than I thought.
Just before I went out for a session, I stopped to chat with the other guy there with a Triumph (Thruxton). I was running pretty slow I thought learning the curves and finding my lines, when he said, "Wow, you were about an inch from the pavement on one of those last sections." So here I am going out there feeling all empowered and decide to open her up a little bit. OK, so opening her up on a one mile track means like 70 mph maximum speed.
So after a few laps, and feeling pretty good, and of course the Red Bull was giving me some wings, I started winding out second gear. All of a sudden I'm hanging off in in the last turn and I hear and feel this sensation. I think I even said out loud, what the .... My knee gleemed the pavement, and instantly I had to bring notice to this by making the devil horns with the left hand, while I maintained my corner speed with the other. It was probably the most akward knee drag in history, because there was a little show boating the moment I realized I bumped the ground. But I still can't get over the sound, that still echos in my head. Now after I got that out of the way, I forgot about the audience that didn't exist and started to ride that Triple like a molested gorilla. I ended up with some little scuffs in both of the pucks, and the knowledge that I ruled the track that day. I still couldn't pass the shifter karts, but that's another story.
I also got my first dirt bike injury after landing a whoop a little too hard (That DRZ 400 was never meant to go that high, with an unskilled rider). I did a little twist in my ankle. Nothing serious enough to gain any sympathy points, but enough to make me feel like I pushed a few limits on that bike also.
Man how I love doing track days!