I know this must happen for all of us. You are doing something you love and everything is perfect. The air is sweet, the grass is green, the sky is blue, or the ice is hard. You feel like you can see molecules. Surrounded by nature, a flowing river, eagles over head, and beaver coming out to play- you are one with your surroundings. I don’t get to see myself like that very often; usually I’m on the other side of the lens pulling the trigger.
Yesterday I was blessed with the opportunity to go up and ride with some friends. With the climate change our ice season has seemed fickle the last few years. If we want to ride, sometimes we have to chase it. We left my house in a snow squall and didn’t drive out of it until Bridgeport. By the time we got to Sanford the sky was blue, the track was plowed, and they were going fast. We unloaded, rode a tank of gas, and reveled in how much fun, and how sore we were.
It was one of those days for me, I clearly wasn’t the fastest, but I had some fun. I felt like I was one with the bike (see the bike, be the bike nuhnuhnuhnuhnuh…). Wherever I pointed it I went. The track was big and wide, and if I got it set right, it was wide open fourth gear all the way around the corner. Coming out of the turn where this image was taken, contact with the snow bank seemed imminent. Every lap I’d stand on the outside peg and push the handle bars into the ice and around we’d go. Wide opened down the straight until the motor ran out of pull, drag the brake, hammer the throttle and do it again!
Yup, it was one of those magical days. My friend was exhausted, but all teeth. It was his first ride of the year, and he was amazed at how tired and sore he was. I have been out a few times and am slowly working my way back into it. I was dizzy from the energy and adrenaline I burned up. I was in the zone, feeling pretty dog gone racy. Luckily for me, someone was standing there who knew how to make good pictures and caught me in the act- the act of believing momentarily that I was the “fastest man on the planet”.