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Tomorrow I go back to the track which means that the only thing coming out of my mouth tomorrow night is the spastic and hyper zoomzoom on repeat. I truly love the races. It doesn't matter that I am not too familiar with any of the racers this year except of course Mat Mladin and Tommy Hayden. It doesn't matter that it is going to be over 100 degrees outside in the sun and that I am going to have a great burn when I get home no matter how many bottles of sunblock I go through. It doesn't matter that I'll be downing Sudafed with my booze so that my allergies don't destroy me by the time I get home or that this entire week I've been incredibly manic and psyching myself out in preparation for seeing someone who I hopefully won't run in to.
All that matters is that I get that adrenaline rush I've been craving for months...the one that increases along with the shrieks of the engines and the sparks on the track. It's why I head to the track every time the races are big enough to dodge the ex. Not to mention I get to spend a day with phreddiva and her lovely man when none of us are building anything, entertaining someone or having to do something. We get to sit in the shade sipping booze of some kind and enjoying each other's company while the screaming engines and the wind from the speeding motorcycles make us cheer.
Now that is a perfect day.
All that matters is that I get that adrenaline rush I've been craving for months...the one that increases along with the shrieks of the engines and the sparks on the track. It's why I head to the track every time the races are big enough to dodge the ex. Not to mention I get to spend a day with phreddiva and her lovely man when none of us are building anything, entertaining someone or having to do something. We get to sit in the shade sipping booze of some kind and enjoying each other's company while the screaming engines and the wind from the speeding motorcycles make us cheer.
Now that is a perfect day.