51 laps around the sun now complete, taking the first corner of lap 52. No pit stops, still all factory parts with a couple of breakdowns. Still have a strong engine and solid chassis. Checkered flag is nowhere in sight, but many others have fallen out of their race far too early. I race on.
Most choose their own race. For some the race chooses them, a flat out blast round the old Nurburgring circuit in an F1 Ferrari, a fast trip round the Isle of Mann on a SuperBike, hammering on the cobbles at Roubaix aboard an Orbea, running a roaring 500 laps with 42 other stock cars at Daytona, or a majestic America’s Cup sail in the summer breeze.
Some have pulled behind the wall for repairs to finish their race.
Some have hit the wall hard and came in on the flatbed, or were lifted over the wall by a crane.
Some had an undiagnosed fuel pump problem that showed up at full throttle, ending their race.
Some blew up trying to stay with the lead group up Alpe D’Huez. Or fallen hard on the descent down Col de Peyresourde.
Some lost control and pushed in the clutch.
Some just let the engine blow, or drove into the wall to end their race intentionally.
Some came in to the pit for a quick refuel, tire change and a wedge adjustment.
Some had to replace the spinnaker when they tore it on the forestays.
Some had to get neutral support for a new wheel (or bike).
Some just pulled off the track due to handling problems and left the course to race another day.
Whether an Isle of Mann TT or a Tour de France, the race is a good race and to win it for your self does not necessarily mean to finish it first.
The race is a journey, a tour, a trial, an upwind tack, a meandering trip through life. I’ve enjoyed it immensely so far and will continue with my own personal race. I have a copilot for my race and it has made all the difference.
Race your race.
Sail your boat.
Pedal hard and don’t let the screaming heart rate monitor deter you.
There's a course out there that needs to be run.
We all race on.
Most choose their own race. For some the race chooses them, a flat out blast round the old Nurburgring circuit in an F1 Ferrari, a fast trip round the Isle of Mann on a SuperBike, hammering on the cobbles at Roubaix aboard an Orbea, running a roaring 500 laps with 42 other stock cars at Daytona, or a majestic America’s Cup sail in the summer breeze.
Some have pulled behind the wall for repairs to finish their race.
Some have hit the wall hard and came in on the flatbed, or were lifted over the wall by a crane.
Some had an undiagnosed fuel pump problem that showed up at full throttle, ending their race.
Some blew up trying to stay with the lead group up Alpe D’Huez. Or fallen hard on the descent down Col de Peyresourde.
Some lost control and pushed in the clutch.
Some just let the engine blow, or drove into the wall to end their race intentionally.
Some came in to the pit for a quick refuel, tire change and a wedge adjustment.
Some had to replace the spinnaker when they tore it on the forestays.
Some had to get neutral support for a new wheel (or bike).
Some just pulled off the track due to handling problems and left the course to race another day.
Whether an Isle of Mann TT or a Tour de France, the race is a good race and to win it for your self does not necessarily mean to finish it first.
The race is a journey, a tour, a trial, an upwind tack, a meandering trip through life. I’ve enjoyed it immensely so far and will continue with my own personal race. I have a copilot for my race and it has made all the difference.
Race your race.
Sail your boat.
Pedal hard and don’t let the screaming heart rate monitor deter you.
There's a course out there that needs to be run.
We all race on.
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