This life

Gate drop. The first meters are mine. Must keep it wide open now. Long. Late on the brakes, like GP men do. A race I know I won’t win. Maybe never. Not even on the box. I don’t care. It is the feeling that counts. The vibration takes over the beating of my nervous heart . Surrounded by riders with the same passion, that thrill. Friends at the bus, fighters at the track. That one place is important. Not for the points, just the feeling. Every race a victory. My victory. Satisfied parents at the finish. Unquestioningly loyal to the bone. Hugging back gratefully. Grateful for my life, this life …

(Rider on the pic: Storm Heijt)