The 7 Stages Of Hare Scrambles

People oftentimes enquire me what it's similar to race hare scrambles.  I ever say them it precisely mirrors the Seven stages of Grief:

1. Shock:  Damn, how did all these other guys acquire past times me?  How are they as well as thus fucking fast?

2. Denial:  I am non this slow.  Those fuckers are cheating.  They cutting the course.  They direct keep amend tires.  Better suspension.  Better lives.

3. Anger:  I fucking loathe this shit.  This wheel sucks.  Piece of shit.  Waste my damn weekend bouncing off of trees as well as getting used equally a berm past times horny, adrenaline addled teenagers.

4. Bargaining:  If I tin simply transcend this guy, I volition accept it like shooting fish in a barrel for the residue of the race.  I volition mow the lawn adjacent weekend, I promise.  One to a greater extent than raise tire to acquire me through the season.

5. Guilt:  I wishing I had loctited those sprocket nuts.  Why did I skip those days at the gym?  I'm sad I ate the whole pizza.  I'm sad I simply ran y'all as well as your shiny KTM over.  I'm sad I spent my savings on around other dirt bike.

6. Depression: So tired as well as sweaty, simply desire to die.  This is as well as thus hard, whole trunk hurts.  Too fucking sometime for this bullshit.  I'm going to crash again, I simply know it.  I desire my mommy.

7. Acceptance:  I am slow.  I volition ever live on slow.  Dirt bikes hurt.  They volition ever hurt.  I volition produce this i time to a greater extent than equally shortly equally possible.  I volition never learn.

Judging past times the await of disdain on the facial expression upwards of the immature daughter inwards the tye-dyed shirt, she tin involve heed me crying......

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