Waking up and/or pulling through the track gate on a sunny, chilly morning...dew on the grass, sounds of tractors and dozers doing their thing along with the "brapp" and smell of two stroke as you slowly look over the chocolaty moist track as a half sun kisses the horizon...
I'm getting excited just thinking about it...
I know I'm late with the response, but man I live this often every morning I wake up either at home or as I'm heading over to BC... Love it! Miss those days of repetitive race days... Slowly hoping to build my way back into that to some extent...
Hope to see some of ya's Sunday...