Everybody is a racer

all of this racer. If you doubt that you will neverThe drivers are not the only ones who act like
apparently initiated in New York during peak hours.lunatics. Anyone who has walked on the motion,
Look closely at the driver of that Japanese luxuryor in Manhattantickets can attest to the fact that
car. It is just as miffed as you the racer is onthe craziest of all people is not a "checkered
disk, not fifty-five miles per hour when theCabbus-Weavus"; that honor belongs to the
speedometer on the car clearly reads oneAl-Pedestrius suit-yerbutt ", a terrible New York
hundred and fifty. Why can not we drive it atpedestrian.
that speed if the car can come close to it. Man,No other form of life on the planet, capable of
just look at him fiddling with a protuberancelooking in his eyes wandering in a tractor-trailer
pretending to be the settings for the radio station.driver, and then activates nonchalantly toward his
We racers know what he actually does at theserpentine behemoth. If you have never seen
present time, the frequency of his imaginary lasereighteen thousand pounds of truck with all the
beam removal of the road system. Do you knowwheels locked up you do not know what you
about them, but make little bomb sounds as wemissed. In puff blue smoke at a distance of one
pretend we destroy our enemies on the drivewarning about the presence of Al-Pedestrius
home.Su-yerbutt ".
If you really want to annoy him to honk yourDespite the fact that the driver of the truck
horn, tailgate him for a few seconds, then cut invibrations uncontrollably, trying to bring his
front of him. When it reaches its boiling point, slamheartbeat back under the three hundred mark ",
the brakes on your drive, and slower than youPedestrius Al-Su-yerbutt" flashes an ear to ear
had it happen before. then apply your brakes thegrin. And why would not they, they just looked
drive, and slower than you were going to cut it.and the fear of death in the face, and walked
His typical response will be one of anger, angeroutside unharmed. Others may only look in
borne of pent-up frustration to live in a world ofamazement, the children will point in their direction
high technology and the law on low-techwith wonder and awe. They are at the moment,
existence. Our driver will always be a knife on theas they idolized beauty of fifteen seconds worth
gas pedal, and the deviation from the band in anof their fifteen minutes of fame. They will be in
attempt to convey to you. You, in turn, speed,the languages of all those who saw their gutsy
knowing that his intention was to block themoves,
passage of you at the earliest opportunity, and"Holy cripes, did you see that?"
then check the brakes just because you receiveI'm glad I race motorcycles and I am very glad I
a message.have a family of people who know and think and
And so it is a high-speed game of "chicken"feel exactly as I have ... We are fortunate to be a
unfolds on every road and gracefully move toreal racer, and our output.
within two road-warriors to wage scene. IBefore we forget that this is Moto-cross story,
participated in more than a few such duels,let me get to the heart of the matter. This is just
though recently I have chosen as an observer tohow we like off-road riders and racers should be
someone else's road rage. This emotionallythankful. Unlike road rager and Al-Pedestrius
charged ego-deactivate can be very dangeroussuit-yerbutt ", we do not have to drive our cars
for anyone near the scene.at a hundred and twenty miles per hour, while we
Society says we should be penalized for violationshould not tempt fate by stepping in front of the
of their right to a maximum speed of fifty-fivespeed of the trucks just to feel that surge of
miles per hour (in New York, at least). Mostadrenaline. Thank God, we are real racers ... I do.
racers will try to leave the same as we can, asWe are not so fortunate, as the people who live
well as on the track and usually have the skills toin these two examples, not racers.
pull it. The typical driver lacks all the necessaryWe are normal, we can take our frustration at
skills and courage to pursue them, and so afterthe machines, which were intended for the
one or two hundred dollars more than the speedhealers of our pressures and frustrations. We
of the tickets, tickets the potential racer in theMoto-cross and the woods to keep us sane. How
thirst for life, usually briefly, flatter thanfortunate we really are. I'm glad I race
Spongebob in the desert of Arizona. They returnmotorcycles and I am very glad I have a family
home, as a rule, more frustration, angrier, and theof people who know and think and feel exactly as
two bills, poorer. I'm glad I race motorcycles and II have ... I was fortunate to be among real racers.
am very glad I have a family of people whoSo when you next secret witnesses to any of
know and think and feel exactly as I have ... Wethe above-mentioned dramas, you know ... people
are fortunate to be a real racer.mad, and all of this racer.