Being the chief pit crew is not an easy task. Add in the spectator portion, and I would expect my heart to grow weary. Road racing motorcycles is not for the faint at heart. Especially when watching someone you love, put it all out there.
He makes a daring pass, swooping on the inside of a fellow racer. My heart stops— If only for a millisecond. And somehow, I am addicted to the sport, in an odd way. I think it’s because it allows my heart feel. I am not wired to race, but I can experience the adrenaline rush, if just a little, through him.
Standing on the top of the RV, I have a bird’s eye view of the race track. The high speed straightaway, the right hand turns, then the left. The cork screw, and the back straight. I watch him race with an injured knee, thinking that he won’t press so hard because he had been injured at the last event. No, not this spirit. He presses in, leaning into the each crazy turn, and presses on. He has a competitive fire in his eyes. That’s the heart of a racer.
Do I have a racer’s heart? Yes, while I observe my passionate racer, of course. But is that how I live my life? My eyes follow him around the track, and I wonder what it means to live with this kind of passion.
Having a racer’s heart means that I am passionate about life. To live each day with expectancy and excitement. Continuing, even when hurt. Allowing my heart to race and maybe even skip a beat or two. And isn’t that how I am supposed to live? Not mundanely, but with a flame in my eyes. Days that give way to exhilaration, enthusiasm and eagerness. Living in each moment, the fast straightaways, and the twist and turns of life.
Some just want to get through life. Play it safe. But is there any guarantees in security? After all, ins’t life one big risk? I’ve seen the “play it safers” high side off the bike of life.
So should I race down to my favorite motorcycle store, Fay Myers to see Jason White, and buy a production 500? Take it to Hypercycle, Carry Andrews to maximize the horsepower potential? Then consult Thermosman—Mike Fitzgerald, for the perfect suspension set up? And finish it all up with a visit to Moto Station, Kory Cowan? Nope. Not this gal. I will save those visits for David’s bike!
In the meantime, I will ride the endurance race of life, with a thrill (if only in my own way).
I will finish the race.
And when this life is done, I want to look back and say, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” 2 Timothy 4:7