The off road oracle returns
It’s been a while since taking a serious look at why we race, but I must say it’s in the blood and with no way to leech out the excess. Don’t let the site of blood scare you away though, there is more to contemplate. While throttling out over the tops of the course a little devil appears on the shoulder only to encourage the foot to depress the pedal just a bit more and choke the wheel at the wright time while the little curve on the cliff beckons you off.
Here’s where the angel of hope waltz’s in and takes a seat on the dash pleading with you to reconsider the reasons why you’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and throttle out once again. Once in a while you get lucky, but most of all your skill level peaks at high speeds giving you every reason in the world to ignore that pesky little voice that begged you not to lurch off the last divot which caught everyone but you by surprise.
With a shake of the head everything becomes clear as you navigate the next stretch of dirt which demands you every fiber of strength. On to the finish line and then…
Good job, you just lost a tire!
