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When my motorcycle-racing boyfriend proposed on my 40th birthday, I couldn't tell if it was a joke or a dare. Then I risked all for a life at the track.
  • He's Going the Distance

    About ten years ago, when I was in ninth grade, I printed an FAQ about becoming a motorcycle roadracer. I found the papers in a drawer in my room not long ago. The author states that racing is better than sex, drugs, and money, which is good, because one needs to give up all three in order to do it.

    I identify with some of this essay. I've found myself desiring human interaction, but then I end up in a group setting where people do and say things that leave me uncomfortable at best.