Trying to make the most of life.
Reflecting, ruminating, searching for the essence of it all.
Just living.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Deep Thoughts with Jack Handy
It is funny how one day just flows into another. Not unlike one generation flows into another, everything changes, only time's elusive passing is constant.
Trying to make the most of life.
Reflecting, ruminating, searching for the essence of it all.
Just living.
Trying to make the most of life.
Reflecting, ruminating, searching for the essence of it all.
Just living.
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
Monday, May 4, 2020
Racing
I miss racing at the elite level.
When you have a team of professionals backing you. Making the bike whatever you tell them to. The pressure and expectations make me demand the best from myself.
I am not sure if I ever hit the big time racing motorbikes or if the big time hit me. But it is cool to look back and know I was there. It means little now but in those intense moments it meant a lot and I reckon there is some pride but more so a feeling of satisfaction in making the most I could with what I had. Perhaps I could have made it last longer than a brief flicker but the experience was impactful and I learned a lot. I am not very diplomatic and often find my self opting to do things alone on my own terms but having to write press reports about a bike when the only words in my head were: Bag of dicks or finding people to trust with my life that may or may not have given two shits and a pop corn fart about me was a way to learn more about myself than ever possible had I never gone beyond driving around the county in a clapped out 4 door sedan with my race bike disassembled in the back seat. Shit, that was only 15 years ago and here I am sounding all washed up.
Maybe I am just feeling a lack of youth. My hair on top of my head fell out... boo fucking hoo! The not having any racing plans I think is what is making my a cry baby little bitch. The big enduro race I overalled last year supposed to be this weekend just got "postponed", The fist CHCA race where I was to maiden voyage my race car next weekend as well, The Dick Mann Classic motocross I so enjoyed last year has been cancelled. I am expecting more bad news and much tougher times to come but despite this sob story rant, trust me, I am keeping very positive and know that only positivity can create positive outcomes. And we are in a "Pandemic", people are dying, financials are fuct... I must be a huge narcist but whatever. I feel like a cart with no wheels. I need to race. I am here to race.
When you have a team of professionals backing you. Making the bike whatever you tell them to. The pressure and expectations make me demand the best from myself.
I am not sure if I ever hit the big time racing motorbikes or if the big time hit me. But it is cool to look back and know I was there. It means little now but in those intense moments it meant a lot and I reckon there is some pride but more so a feeling of satisfaction in making the most I could with what I had. Perhaps I could have made it last longer than a brief flicker but the experience was impactful and I learned a lot. I am not very diplomatic and often find my self opting to do things alone on my own terms but having to write press reports about a bike when the only words in my head were: Bag of dicks or finding people to trust with my life that may or may not have given two shits and a pop corn fart about me was a way to learn more about myself than ever possible had I never gone beyond driving around the county in a clapped out 4 door sedan with my race bike disassembled in the back seat. Shit, that was only 15 years ago and here I am sounding all washed up.
Maybe I am just feeling a lack of youth. My hair on top of my head fell out... boo fucking hoo! The not having any racing plans I think is what is making my a cry baby little bitch. The big enduro race I overalled last year supposed to be this weekend just got "postponed", The fist CHCA race where I was to maiden voyage my race car next weekend as well, The Dick Mann Classic motocross I so enjoyed last year has been cancelled. I am expecting more bad news and much tougher times to come but despite this sob story rant, trust me, I am keeping very positive and know that only positivity can create positive outcomes. And we are in a "Pandemic", people are dying, financials are fuct... I must be a huge narcist but whatever. I feel like a cart with no wheels. I need to race. I am here to race.
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