… on a motorcycle. As I look back, I think I did it more than I just realized. Cool!

Racing! There are those who run up front. The fearless. And then there’s the slow saps in the back. The me’s.

Through the experience I learned something important. It didn’t matter if you were running first and second, or. first last and second last… by God you were racing and all you had on your mind was to be the inch or more in front of the other guy. You were racing, every sense, every muscle was either doing something or tensed in fright. All you had in you was working to its fullest. Maybe some parts, just a little more.

It didn’t matter if you were doing 150 or 110. The other guys skills were your match. It was pure adrenaline and it was good. No, it was a spectacular Rush!!

I need a very long and salty sea kayak experience F…ing soon. I need the rush, the danger. I need the fright. I need the oneness of me to race. I may win or come in last. Mother Nature may send me into my last wave. I don’t care as the result would have been worth it! I raced myself, I gave it my absolute best. And one of me won.