Sometimes, bike racing is just porn on pedals.
Don't know what gets me so amped up and juicy about seein' bike racers suffering through mud and grime.
I need help.
Slogging, bogging, churning, acid-burning through life-sucking puddles and lens-splattering ick.
... it's just ridic-ulous. and i love it.
And after ~ when the racing is done and the bodies are caked ... they all share that same sense of stupified accomplishment ... a glowing aura around the finishing pits and huddled masses.
It's what i dig the most, i reckon ~
that encrusted, slimed up biker,
grinnin through muck and glop,
teeth a blaze of white
from an earthy, mud splurtled face.
"i did it"