Head Waters

Like a single drop of water making it's way through the water table, I have found my self back at my origination. The head waters of my life. I have come from nil and have pondered the potential of world class, I have been beaten down, pissed out, and remained moist all along. So far.
When I was a boy about 10 years of age my single mother knew I needed something so she let me ditch school, gave me some money to ride the bus, and spectate the first motorcycle event of my life; The Steamboat Springs Colorado Vintage motocross. All I remember is being awe struck at the noise. speed and dirt flying in the air. I wanted to catch a chunk of the flying roost and bring it home with me. So I did. Later that week I clipped the newspaper's account of the races and started a scrap book. I started to save money to buy DIRT BIKE and Dirt Rider magazines. I was completely fuct for life. Some 25 years later I found my self strung out on racing motorbikes. trying to deceiver the role of a true racer from an ego gladiator. The day and age of self promotion and corporate sponsorship clouds our feeds and like the dust from a stampede of fad following Fonzie look -a-likes. I sometimes wonder if there is a reality. If my dream is real or just another product of a consumer based society hungry for a hero; tragic, ugly, and flawed. The only thing I know is that when I am twisting the fucker, I feel alive and ready to smash anything and everyone. This drive has left me near ruin, near great, and always seeking the true righteous racer's path to glory.
For the last 12 years the month of June has been occupied by Pikes Peak. Not this year. The June before I started racing to the clouds I flagged for the Steamboat Vintage Motocross. Dick Mann, the one and only beat everybody with ease and style. He then came over to me and asked me to remove the decal on my mini bike that said: FUCK THE DRAUMA- ROLL A BOMBA. I obliged. That is my one and only conversation with the legend even though he gave me his autograph yesterday. This year I was invited to partake and none the less on a Dick Mann build BSA 441 Victor in a Dick Mann frame. I won all four of my motos and was told that Dick Mann commented on my riding. It involved a nod of approval. My first motorcycle race in my home town brought me the feeling of full circle. Back to my head waters. At peace, and ready to do it again.