Originally Posted by tomatoe333
I did it two years ago.
Came home with a sprained ankle, sprained thumb, scratched fork tube, blown fork seal, and a 2nd place trophy.
On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died. The only thing that comes to those who wait is old age. Too many dreams.... Not enough time. Not Scared of dying. Not scared of living. Just scared of the pain that separates the two...