Need for Speed

Bike racing is such a small part of cycling; of the approximately 50+ million people ride bikes in the U.S., nearly 35,000 possess a mountain bike racing license, another 35,000+ have road bike racing licenses, and almost 12, 000 obsessive "freaks" hold both licenses, meaning out of some 50+ million bike riders, less than 1% (0.114 to be exact) actually race their bike.  Even from the origins of bike racing in Europe, racers are significantly outnumbered by commuters and recreational riders...



 

 

 

And yet, racing remains a significant part of cycling; get on your bike and it begs you to go somewhere--fast! Cycling is racing, whether it's a friend, a chasing dog, a leaf blown by the wind, a time mark from one telephone pole to another, an approaching storm (been there!), another rider in the distance, or even our own mortality; racing can be many things--brutal, beautiful, destructive, redemptive, awful, and awe-filled.  Every rider who has lined up on a start line knows the taste of razored pain--many event like it--that afterward leaves the participant feeling sharpened and razored, as if the protective coating against the barbs of life has been excised away, leaving one open to thoughts, perceptions, feelings, and sensations otherwise filtered out any other day. Soulful reasons aside, most riders pay entry fees to race to be recognized as warriors or even winners, or to test themselves or see where they compare amongst their peers; but there are so many more riders who for the same reasons choose not to dance with razored-pain, yet their races aren't less important, just more private...

And when you think about it---that might just be an even tougher place to seek victory...

 

 

 

Here's to the cycling season ahead... #feelinginspired