The race

The Race

I don’t remember the exact events leading up to this moment. All I can see is the task before me. I can recall last night when we cleaned the bikes and polished the tank. I can remember loading the bikes on the trailer early in the morning. I can even remember unloading them when we entered the track. But everything else seems to be a bluer. That doesn’t matter at this moment, nothing does!
I’m not thinking of the events that took me to this moment. I’m not even thinking about what is going to happen in the near future. I know that in a few short seconds that my body is going to reach speeds faster and quicker then any body should. I know that as soon as the light changes from one color to the next that my body is going to be pulled so quick and so hard that I am going to need all of my strength just to hold on. I know all of this but I am not thinking about it now. All I can feel is the vibrations of the bike. Such strong vibrations that my ...