200 Miles Past Times Dawn
October 26, 2015
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Wednesday, Oct 21, 2015, 3:45 AM
What follows beingness Part 1 of A Racer's Final(s) Diary.
My jail cellular telephone telephone alert sounds shrill inwards the darkness as well as presently I am overcome yesteryear the criterion moving ridge of physical revulsion at beingness awakened when the basis is yet hence absent of light. This is accompanied non yesteryear the commons contempt bred through familiarity of my workaday life, but instead a novel apprehension shrouds itself approximately my heart. Today I brand the 10 lx minutes solo trek southwest to Leeds, Alabama as well as Barber Motorsports Park whereupon my labors volition come upwards to glorious fruition or ignominy.
My 21 year-old, 1-ton extended "creeper" van lies berthed inwards the driveway fully laden amongst two-wheel wares, collecting the heavy pre-morning mist as well as awaiting my call. This slice of Detroit Iron, the "Heartbeat of America" equally it were, (likely manufactured inwards United Mexican U.S. of A. as well as assembled inwards Canada) has served me good over the concluding 2 years hauling myself as well as motorcycles virtually 25 G miles inwards search of racing glory. Today some other 700 miles volition survive added to that total.
Thirty minutes subsequently beingness jolted from restless slumber, my pilus yet shower damp, the van as well as I are rolling downwardly the road, loaded to the gills similar Okies escaping the Dust Bowl. Despite the higher run a hazard of brute inwards the thoroughfare at these hours, it's yet the best fourth dimension to drive, due to lack of the human element. In simply a few curt hours the highways volition survive overrun amongst Starbucks drinking, make-up applying, texting idiots swerving all over the house belatedly for work. I desire to become far 200 miles as well as survive good on my agency earlier then.
What follows beingness Part 1 of A Racer's Final(s) Diary.
My jail cellular telephone telephone alert sounds shrill inwards the darkness as well as presently I am overcome yesteryear the criterion moving ridge of physical revulsion at beingness awakened when the basis is yet hence absent of light. This is accompanied non yesteryear the commons contempt bred through familiarity of my workaday life, but instead a novel apprehension shrouds itself approximately my heart. Today I brand the 10 lx minutes solo trek southwest to Leeds, Alabama as well as Barber Motorsports Park whereupon my labors volition come upwards to glorious fruition or ignominy.
My 21 year-old, 1-ton extended "creeper" van lies berthed inwards the driveway fully laden amongst two-wheel wares, collecting the heavy pre-morning mist as well as awaiting my call. This slice of Detroit Iron, the "Heartbeat of America" equally it were, (likely manufactured inwards United Mexican U.S. of A. as well as assembled inwards Canada) has served me good over the concluding 2 years hauling myself as well as motorcycles virtually 25 G miles inwards search of racing glory. Today some other 700 miles volition survive added to that total.
Thirty minutes subsequently beingness jolted from restless slumber, my pilus yet shower damp, the van as well as I are rolling downwardly the road, loaded to the gills similar Okies escaping the Dust Bowl. Despite the higher run a hazard of brute inwards the thoroughfare at these hours, it's yet the best fourth dimension to drive, due to lack of the human element. In simply a few curt hours the highways volition survive overrun amongst Starbucks drinking, make-up applying, texting idiots swerving all over the house belatedly for work. I desire to become far 200 miles as well as survive good on my agency earlier then.
