Motocross Is The Life For Me
I have a bike that is so fine.
With soft caresses I make it shine.
We have practiced hard all week.
Times we were slow and times we peaked.
Laying foundation for the test.
Hoping on race day I will do my best.
This bike does break each time I crash.
Each part is like gold, taking all my cash.
We love the time we spend together
In the garage or on the track, we seem like best friends forever.
I count on you, you count on me.
Together is where we want to be.
Race day has finally come.
I sit on the start line hoping I won’t do something dumb.
Out front is the only place to be.
As I am obsessed with winning as you will see.
Sometimes I wonder if this obsession is right.
But I know how it feels cuddling with my trophy at night.
This start is a little tricky to manage.
But, I make it through without any damage.
Leading the pack gives me a feel like no other.
Happy, scared and my heart beating like thunder.
Try to focus on the track.
This is hard with 10 guys on your back.
I am flying through the air just like a bird.
I wonder if my laughter can be heard.
Roosting through the berms like a rollercoaster ride.
I take a look back at the dirt flying with great pride.
Leading the race starts to play with my mind.
The pressure you feel is really not kind.
I tell myself, “it’s just me & the track, race your race”.
This should be enough to earn me first place.
I thought the pressure was tough and now comes the white flag.
Can I keep up this pace, and can I maneuver each obstacle without a snag?
I can see the checkered flag; what a beautiful sight.
I think I love you as much as my bike.
Fear has left my mind.
As I cross the finish line.
Maybe it is time for a clicker.
As my ego couldn’t be much bigger.
Oh boy do I love to race.
Even though, dirt is all over my face.
Playing in the mud was never so much fun.
Especially, when you are number one.
I carry my trophy back to the truck with pride.
My happiness I surely cannot hide.
Wow did that feel good.
Just how I thought it would.