every March, for 4 consecutive years, i used to pack my bags and bikes, and go live and race all over the states in a beautiful RV. my home away from home...
so, its no wonder that every March i get that feeling. it might be somthing in the air, a scent of some sort, or maybe its the spring weather. whatever it is, it gets me thinking of the places i have been to, the open roads i passed through. my life is much different now, and i like it even better.
anyway, didn't race last weekend. i lost my racing permit, and can't seem to find it. maybe it was a sign, as i didn't feel like racing that much anyway. this weekend i will race, though, and tomorrow i'll be on the race course, doing some hot laps.
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