On Sunday afternoon Darrin and I took it in. The weather wasn't so great, but there were still thousands in attendance. The action and talent of the riders exceeded our expectations. Without fear, they had their machines nearly tire to tire, and on their sides, cornering and jumping. It is hard to believe the pounding the bikes, and bodies take.... The bikes especially seem like they are beaten, and treated like a rented car. And I suppose they are. But each bike gets to the starting line clean; very clean. The chains and sprockets look brand new, tires that shine, exhaust lacking mud and debris, and plastic that proudly displays plenty of advertisement. After the race though - not so much.
So lots of noise and lots of smells at the races. The schedule indicated there was a Master's Class. I don't know the particulars, perhaps 40 and over. It is sandwiched at the beginning of the week near the kid's races. Who knows? I have improved a bit on the MX bike this summer, but I don't think I have the nerve to blast into that Hole Shot with 20 others. I will stick to running races for the time being.
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