You know you're a RACER when...

eh

Spot on, i'm sure it happens to every rider.

You test your reactions against the traffic lights changing to green

You instinctively hold out your leg and fan an imaginary clutch when walking around 90 degree corners in the office

You look at everyone on the road in traffic as lappers

when you sit at your desk all day in pain but can't wait for next week's race

You pretend to scrub 3-5 feet stairs and elevation changes at work, to stay low!

But I don't know, I always sit and look for cool places to have a bitchin MX track while I'm driving and I don't consider myself a racer.

Just a Motocross Nut!

Every time your nutty dog hops off the couch and clears the end-table, you let out a

"BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP " - as your wicked wife rolls her bedroom eyes

and you bust a creepy smile.







And so, it was written.

when you look at the mountains ..and think..OK thats a big ass triple or I can double single out...

Doing that as we type........

when a new highway is being built, and the mounds of dirt are somehow formed into a jump section.

They always seem to do that, too...almost looks like a perfect set of doubles.

When youre pushing a grocery cart and your clutch/brake fingers automatically rest on the bar in front of the grip

when your pickup or van has more miles with a bike in the back than without it.

All true.

Except the roost part. Tis better to give than recieve.

When you can't walk down stairs properly on Tuesday's as your legs are so full of lactic acid from Sunday's race!

The whole week revolves around "Sunday" and what you do at work on Thursday and Friday directly will reflect Sundays performance.

While out driving you can't help but visualise potential motocross tracks on the side of the road...

oh yea.

You've named your ALPACAS (similar to Llamas for you non-Peruvians)

"TREY" and " FIOLEK".


You call your girlfriend's, um, winnebagos - "THE BIG DOUBLES" (on the front section....)


Race schedules on the fridge attached by FMF stickers (that's HOT.)

When you have that dream that you've hit a jump, totally over shoot the bastard, go miles up in the sky and brace your self for a bad landing that never happens!!

You drool when you see a golf course. When your driving down the highway and you see the cut out median covered with hilly grass and visualize jumping the entire highway side to side. When you actually have something good to think about at work from the previous weekend to get you through.

...When MX phrases become ingrained as part of your normal vocabulary.

Like you say, 'G-out' when there's a dip in the road.

Or 'Cased it', if the cat jumps something and lands short. Sometimes followed by an 'endo' of course.

Non-moto people have no idea what you're talking about (although the wife says these things now too).

You don't give a shit about designer clothes or labels, drive a shitty car, ride a ratty bicycle yet you become strangely obsessed by the aesthetics of your motorcycle and all of the gear !

When you go to a golf course to ride instead of golf!

x2

Here are a few from a similar thread on my website a few years ago...

...You get up at 5.30 on Sunday , load the trailer, drive 2 hours to be at the track ready to race but your are always late for work.

...You try and explain to your wife how the inside line is the fastest way through the kitchen.

...Your dogs name is sprocket

...You block pass a 10year old girl on the go-karts and stuff her into the wall of tyres.

...You shoulder the seniors out of the way at Sizzler to get to the dessert section first, throwing off a tear off for good measure.

...You admire the moto-x boogers you dig out of your nose on Sunday nights

...When an Angry motorist abuses you for cutting them off and you yell back......'HEY, THATS RACIN"

...VitalMX is your home page.

...You're constantly changing the brake pads on the car more than usual - due to an obsessive need to brake as late as possible when approaching corners....while you hold the steering wheel with your elbows up.

...And if you've got a road registered dirt bike to commute around the city - you're always "on the pegs" ...none of this sitting down crap!

...you know ur a real racer when, ur lying in hospital after a big get off and the first thing u ask the doc is, how long till i can ride again.... the look on his face is priceles

....when you bubba scrub speed humps in your van

....when you have a big crash and are laying on the track with a broken leg and the first thing you ask is if your bike is ok

...when you go to work sick and save your sick days for traveling to and from races

..... you can remember every suspention setting for every track on every bike you've ever owned but cant remember your mums birthday.

...You won't buy a house cos it has no shed for your dirt bike or room for your moto stuff

...Every time you see a number you relate it to someones MX number... "I catch the Jeff Emig bus then swap to the Mike LaRocco to make it work on time"

...When your boss has a "talk" with you because most of your day consists of searching for better parts and better riding locations on google earth

...When you recorded your bike revving or recorded the sound of you riding, and set it as your ringtone.

And so, it will come to block pass.