You know you're a RACER when...

You don't have a kitchen table cause your bike is in the way.

You disassemble your bike into the back of a toyota tercel and drive 14 hours to Denver Colorado. End up breaking your collarbone infront of a packed arena and then drive home with no pain killers. Then still look back at it as one of the best weekends of your life!

Dog is named "Clutch".

Your broke but somehow manage to make it to the race every weekend.

Live off ramon noodles but buy a couple Red Bulls a day.

Can only remember phone numbers by matching it with a riders name and riding number.

Automatically think someone with a moto shirt or hat on is your friend.

Go to a bar by yourself to watch the race cause you don't have Speed in your area.

Have a sticker fetish.

Sold your horse for a new helmet.

Traded your car for a bike but don't have a car now!

You love the smell of sweaty plaster and cotton.

Can use google maps to find all the secret team practice tracks.

The walk into the office is a long zig-zag side walk... so when I'm walking in each morning, I imagine I'm in a race and passing people, looking for good lines, anticipating whether they will take the inside or outside line in the next zig or zag... once in a while cutting way inside on the grass to take the line away... this usually makes my day MUCH more enjoyable!!

..when you call someone a spode or a goon and having to explain to them what it means.

..making fun of the guys that walk around wearing No Fear, Metal Mulisha, FMF and flat billed hats and they dont even ride.

you have thousands of dollars in riding gear but your only regular clothes are moto tshirts and 3 paris of shorts. and 2 pairs of shoes both mud stained from wet mornings unloading at the track. your only 3 pairs of boxer briefs are ripped at the seams from riding... i have a problem haha

Do you make fun of the guy wearing the Oakland Raiders shirt that doesn't even play football? Or the guy wearing a golf shirt and he doesn't even golf?

I can’t believe how many of you do the same things I do....The foot out around 90 degree corners especially........here in the office when I get busy, every time. The dream......man, again I thought it was just me.

Moto brothers from another mother.....