3. On the east coast, unlike the west, dark brown dirt does not equal traction. When we arrived for the test day, I was thrilled to see that the rain had left a freshly tilled private track chocolaty brown. Using my California state of mind, I charged into the first corner, grabbed the brakes and, to my surprise, not only did the bike not slow down but as I looked over I saw the rear end of the bike starting to slide past me. From that point on I learned that in Indiana, dark dirt was more reminiscent of an oil slick than traction-filled chocolate cake.