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Racing has taken many many forms since the Romans’ rule.  Human competition is ever present this day in age with dollars matching euros, mega-pixels piling onto our miniscule storage systems all while local companies strive to be your moving box salesmen and then some.  It’s all very exciting to find these competitions here and there, but only if the race is going to have a close finish.  I was in china-town yesterday and enjoyed watching and listening to a woman selling cherries, competing for attention on an already busy street.  She had a great product and after I was beyond the cash register, I was gone.  I think she still gets the nod though, good hustle.  I specifically moved here, to San Francisco, to race a motorcycle in the AFM and have had a great time doing so, if only once.  It’s almost been two years and I have attended more than a dozen track days and have raced only once.  This is an expensive sport.  I crashed my bike last June and haven’t been back since.  Some may say I lack focus, which I may, but the trip to S. Africa couldn’t be passed up nor could the Moto Guzzi purchase of last year.  Ok, I can understand - a Moto Guzzi? - what were you thinking?!  I have to admit it was a passion purchase, I didn’t have the cash at the time, but after riding it, 30 minutes later I put it on my credit card.  At this point in time, looking back, it was a ill-minded decision but I still love to ride it - even though it’s spent more time in the garage waiting for parts than on the road.  The engine roars from intake to exhaust and at about 4000 rpm it reminds me of the note that comes from a Ski Nautique I have spent so many summer days on the Mississippi growing up with.  The boat is still there, but I am not.  Nostalgia is something as I am racing to find myself here in SF.  Is it the history here, the people, the money, the water, or the bikes?

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