I take it you were nailing that long jump directly in the center of the track? Saw a kid hit that on an 80. Nothing but air.
Deep into winter, cozied up under a blanket, with eyes closed, dreaming of summer, here's what I see:
Late afternoon sun casting that warm golden glow on my front fender and knobby as I'm blazing south, up the back stretch of Honda Hills and lightly stirring up some of that wonderful dust created only on a motocross track.
The raw adrenalline rush of twisting that throttle and releasing the ponies, hearing the scream and feeling the torque while just hanging on, racing from corner to corner.
Sweat running down my face as I'm pouring out my intensity, pushing myself to catch up and show a front wheel to my opponant just up ahead of me, after 5 hard laps and getting a thumbs up and that look of respect that is shared only between racers when it's over, regardless of the final result.
After a days riding or racing, the feeling of driving into Heath, down my home path, in my old Ford truck (flossy), bikes in the back. Windows down, it's a very comfortable 80 degrees, I'm still in my gear because I'm most happy when wearing my riding boots, with traces of dirt still in my face and hair, and body worn out and aching. There ain't nobody in this town that has it better than I do, "Right Here- Right Now". Thinking it don't get any better than this!
Good thread