Racing is racing. Yes, I signed on to “race” with my pals in the Non-Competitive division of the Vision Relay… but trust me, it’s competitive. We’ve already had to Nascar 4 flats. Now, we’ve got a bloody arm with a deeply scraped and bruised hand hanging off the end. This is racing.
Things go wrong, when you go fast.
You get tired.
Dehydrated.
Hungry.
The parts you carefully inspected break.
… and the arrow on the stupid meter screams towards red.
It happens to all of us, and we forget it will continue to happen to all of us… That’s why we race, to remind us things go wrong goofing around on the bike and in “real life”.
(fueling up)
