The recent PB poll here (and the associated comments) on the site got me thinking: why do I love racing? Why is hurtling my bike down a treacherous trail while the clock is ticking away so much fun?
The gears are still grinding away trying to complete the answer, but these are some of the conclusions that have surfaced from my internal inquiry.
I love going fast, yes. And is this going to sound selfish? Absolutely. But having an entire track that has been roped, walked, and cleared off, one that’s basically reserved for me and me only for a moment of time, is, in one short word… Priceless … More