The Autopilot Of The Gods

Slow downward croak fast.

It's the mantra of coaches together with trackday command riders, the premise existence that you lot can't croak fast if you lot don't know what you lot are doing together with you lot volition never know what you lot are doing if you lot don't dull it downward plenty for your encephalon to suss out what the hell is going on.

Therein lies the rub, because you lot desire to croak fast, together with if it's a race weekend, you lot NEED to croak fast.  NOW.  Ain't nobody got fourth dimension for edifice upwards to speed, existence Zen together with all that California novel historic menstruation crap.  So nosotros brand ourselves effort to "go fast", amongst the usual predictable results.  Mistakes, crashing, piteous lap times together with worse.  All of these things alone brand us slower, together with the circle continues.

You can't forcefulness fast.  I tried for years together with I grab myself yet trying to produce it amongst frustrating regularity, particularly at a novel to me racetrack or inwards the woods amongst a bunch of guys all trying to produce just the same thing.  Seeking to move "fast" removes focus from the work nosotros came to do, which is ride, together with ride well.  "Fast" is a transparent destination without a plan, an empty together with meaningless concept, a roadmap amongst no route numbers or street names.  In short, it's bullshit.

You ride together with ride until the tasks of doing therefore croak 2nd nature, together with then the speed comes, sometimes.

There is an otherworldly signal beyond focus together with adrenaline, when the witting hear moves to the periphery together with the subconscious takes over.  We tin hit amazing things inwards those uncommon moments, equally the everyday constraints of shouldn't do, can't do, I don't knows, buts, ifs, yesterdays, tomorrows, apprehension together with fearfulness vanish similar a tiny poof of smoke inwards the breeze.  This has been described equally an out of torso experience, heightened awareness, fifty-fifty a sense of savour of divinity.  For me it has ever been a lessening awareness, a lessening of anger, frustration, failure, sadness, pain, rules, conformity, a lessening of the shit nosotros uncovering ourselves mired inwards on a daily basis.  Somehow, whatsoever spirit resides inwards us finds its way.  The alone door left opened upwards is what you lot tin do, what you lot volition do.  A thing non easily forgotten i time experienced, leaving us to eternally search for the hidden gate, an ephemeral, intangible Grail.

Therein lies the side yesteryear side rub, the harder you lot look, the harder it becomes to find.  It's similar god tapping you lot on i shoulder spell grinning sardonically over the other i equally you lot expect inwards the incorrect direction.  Personally speaking, it alone happens when I am non thinking almost it, when I receive got slowed things downward plenty to forget this "going fast" malarkey.  There is an unconscious edifice equally things motility ever faster, at to a greater extent than or less undefined, unmarked point, without knowledge, to a greater extent than or less transcendental figurer programme coded into a tiny acre of undiscovered grayness affair turns itself on together with takes over, this "autopilot of the gods".  And things happen, actually fucking fast.  Without trying.  Never hear the irony that the alone agency to larn to such a house is to disremember it's existence together with the fact that you lot desperately desire to larn there.

Always looking, non ever finding.

  

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