(4/15/2008) Madera Stage Race.

First off, I've got to send a shout out to Steve W.
for convincing me to race with the kid instead of the
"O.D's." (Old Dudes).
I struggle to find the words to describe the
bitter sweet feeling I had throughout the weekend. I
couldn't quite put my finger on it. I was dueling with
my emotions. One minute I was as happy as I'd ever
been, feeling like that teenage kid back in 1988
riding my motorcycle, leather jacket, hair flowing in
the wind, weightless and untouchable. The next, I was
as angry as my Grandpa, after having been a truck
driver for the majority of his life, being told
that he could no longer drive his own vehicle. I
couldn't figure myself out, couldn’t make sense of it
all, until it happened. It was during Sunday’s road
race. In two pedal strokes and one strong, seemingly
effortless move, I saw a little boy, become a young
man…Damn.