I was rummaging through a few photos and came across some racing photos that I wanted to get some opinions on.

Being a racer myself, nothing beats the “starting line adrenaline”. As the line in front of me takes off, my right leg starts shaking. Then the flagger begins the 10 second count down. I shift down into first gear and twist the throttle. 3-2-1… and we are off into 30 miles of a beautiful hell. 


You may crash, but its all part of it. If your not wreckin’, your not racin’. 

After those 30, or more, miles, sometimes all you want to do is stop. 

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