- Emotional Barriers - Do I feel like racing?
- Perceptual Barriers - Is it cold outside?
- Cultural Barriers - Are the guys from Albany mean, do they use foil?
- Language Barriers - What the hell is a bell lap?
- Interpersonal Barriers - Will my significant other let me race?
- Gender Barriers - Will I get beaten by a girl?
On a good day, one comes gently winding around a 180 degree turn, butt in the air, like a cat in heat, flitting off the bike for a brisk stroll over the boards, back up and away.
On a bad day, its 35 degrees, there's a 50 yard straightaway after the holeshot turn into a set of structural lumber coming towards you at 25 mph. Since the start is kinda like Han Solo dropping the hyperspace hammer, the barrier approach is like reentry when Alderaan has been reduced to space gravel. Which you might resemble in a matter of seconds because you can't feel your hands and you're pretty sure the brakes won't work anyway because of the constant drizzle and frost on the greens.
What could be worse that approaching 40cm of tibia-snapping new-growth at speed? How about boards that remind you in that last instant as you try to click out and leap of the imminent consequences? Think twice? Do you have that much time?
| Warning: Barriers may be larger than they appear. |
I will be your knight in shining armor, riding across the desert on a fine Arab charger...



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