This will be written, edited, and added to over many days I hope as it’s that spark I’ve been searching for too damn long.

Does drive inspire? Or does inspiration drive?

My wife is watching a Nat Geo series called “Edge of the Unknown”. It’s a Red Bull program documenting people that put, and push themselves to that ‘edge’. Often an uncomfortable edge and sometimes to the edge of life itself. It’s quite incredible and to be perfectly honest, quite inspirational at this time in my life!

I’ve often said that the closer I am to death, the more I appreciate life. I still feel that way, sadly, for some in the series, reaching that edge tamed their spirits a bit. I’m far from being at their level of experience, really far but it’s like my racing days. If there were only two of you on the track it didn’t much matter if you were both doing 30 or a buck 30… you were still racing. My edge was never nearly as sharp, but it cut just as deep. (I kinda miss those days of gravity racing in the mountains /) Ahh, another story in itself.

I’ve only watched parts of several of them but what has made me the happiest is that I understand these guys. I’ve been in their shoes and looking back, I’m thrilled to say, I’ve put myself in the same situations. Near death experiences, seeing life slow to frames like an old movie being played quarter speed. It was termed “time dilation” by one of the gents.