The 2018 season draws to a close, with only one race left to contest before the end. For most this is a break, a rest, a respite. No more packing up, hauling bikes and gear, schlepping all over the countryside in search of an obscure, seldom found muddy glory. Many will take stock, reflect and wonder whether to remain in this hardscrabble hare scramble world. There are certainly more forgiving hobbies, cheaper ones, less painful and difficult. I'm not immune to that line of thought, comes with getting older I suppose.
But for those who keep their skin in the game, now is the time to build, train, prepare. To learn new tricks. Yes, even this old dog. The scant four and a half months between races will be gone before you know it. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, another birthday will pass like a breath and the faithful will be lined up on a cold, damp March day with guts full of butterflies and fogged goggles, listening to the race marshal bellow, "TEN SECONDS!!!".
Looking around a garage littered with dirt bike parts, engines in need of rebuilding, a bare frame that I shall have barely enough time to turn into a race bike, I wonder what to do.
Moments of overwhelming indecision, then it becomes clear.
I shall do the work in front of me.
