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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.
  • butt-hurt princess

    I feel sorry for that man. He's giving up way too much. His friends should be concerned. They know him better than his bride does. They know he'll be back. Tired, bruised, and sad. He'll go back to his friends and they'll heal him with beer, crude jokes, and teasing. They'll get him good and properly laid.

    Sadly, they also know he'll come back weaker, slower, and less mentally focused. Hence, more likely to crash.

    For those of you that don't understand racing, think what it might be like to excel at meditation. You can clear your mind and join with the moment. Racing, when you're in the groove, is very centering. That is the "addiction" you want to cure. Different people reach zen in different ways. Find your own.