I Feel Alive...
my love of motorcycles started at about 8 yo. I started on mini-bikes and have progressed to racing vintage motorcross events whenever family permits.
I was fortunate ti have the opportunity to start riding and racing in 1999, and having been doing as much racing as I can since then.
It used to puzzle me about why I like riding so much, because at times, it scares the c***p out of me. - I have come to conclude that is the very reason I love it so much.
It is the personal challenge. In a world where so much comparison is made, I don't feel the need to compare myself with anyone else when I am on a bike. When racing, I race myself, and enjoy the rush.
The other aspect is feeling alive. I work 9-5 in an air conditioned office. I get on a bike and I get to experience the sight, smell, sound, touch and effect of adrenalin (and what ever else the brain dumps into my system). It is a full body experience.
I get to fly! - even for only short periods.
I find the high - a natural high - I get from riding carries over to all apsects of my life