I used to get asked all the time why I raced motorcycles when I was younger. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”, “You know you could get killed right?”, “Are you crazy?”… these are the questions that I would constantly get asked by friends and relatives. The answer to all of them was simple – I raced because it made me feel alive. I make my living now sitting behind a desk in my apartment writing about cars, trucks and motorcycles. But where do you think all that passion came from? It came from racing. Ever rub elbows with a competitor at 140 mph or drag your knee through a corner at 110 mph? No… well I have, and it’s glorious. Passion comes from power-sliding a 450 hp muscle car around a turn with smoke ripping from the tires and the exhaust blaring so loud it could shatter windows. It also comes from knowing that those who compete are more in love with life than 99% of the people on this planet. Passion for motor sport and competition is something that either you have, or you don’t – there is no middle ground. So, for all those out there who simply sit on their couch and watch racing instead of doing it… you honestly have no idea what you’re missing.