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A heat of motocross - this, is what I live for.
The 15 second board is up. You feel the nerves, you hear the in-continuous and rhythmic revving of the engines and all you can concentrate on is the board. You see the crowd at the side of the track but you don’t think about them. The feeling when you know it is 15 seconds until 30 riders are going to jump out of the gate with just a few centimeters between the handlebars and in the corner mayhem is waiting. The 15 second board is taken down and up comes the 5 seconds. The in-continuous revving is replaced by the screaming top-end, everyone have hopped forward on the bike and looking, staring at the gate.
The gate drops and you let go of the clutch and feel the bike pull underneath you. It feels like slow motion heading into the first curve.
Every bump, rut and stone is felt when you sit there, far back on the saddle. You approach the curve and slam the brakes, more than you do when it’s not the start because this is where the wide field turns from between to after each other. It’s so tight between each other and the fight for positions is huge, the first rider to leave the turn is the guy who got a good launch and has the guts to keep the throttle pinned longer than any of the other riders.
After a few laps when you have started to reach the point where the final positions starts to settle and the field is more spread the real battle kick in. When it’s more of a struggle to get around an opponent. Go outside, inside, push on further to the curve trying to get that front tire in front of his and pass. When success the feeling is great. When you finally pass
the person you been fighting with for so long and you come into a corner and take a look over your shoulder to see where he is at and get a feeling for your gap. If it is quite far you know you’ve nailed the pass.
The track are starting to get rough, big braking-bumps, deep ruts and weird holes. The landings are starting to take a different shape thanks to those full throttle landings that everyone does to maintain speed. The struggle is now to find the cleanest line with the least amount of bumps and obstacles in order to maintain speed.
When coming up to the finish line and see the 1 lap left border, you are so tired in your arms from all those bumps and jumps, it feels like you don’t have any power left.
Due to your lack of strength in the arms you can’t keep the bike steady going through the bumps into a curve and almost miss it. Coming into the corner faulty you got to struggle for momentum when hitting the soft soil instead of the ruts and feel your rear wheel slide out and spinning way faster than the bike moves. Just pin the throttle and ride it out.
After putting blood sweat and tears into it there’s the jump you’ve been waiting for.
You’ve done a great run and is pleased with the result the finish-jump is ahead and this time the jump is pure celebration, launching your bike high up and doing a little tweak. The feeling is pure happiness when rolling into the pits and getting positive feedback on your riding.
This is what I live for.
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