From 14 September 2014. Somehow I missed this one.
Every morning it is the same. It is like the circus opening up its tent. A new day. The night before every biker has been tweaking the machine, every morning dawns with a new hope for the day, new stories ready to be told. You see it and one day it hits you how much this morning madness is compelling, addictive in the words of Robb Priske. People come out to see just this morning energy where the bikers are revving their motors, shaking hands, and wishing luck. There is drama, too. The desperate measures some are trying to deploy to get their bikes running before the cut off time. The time when the sweep trucks leave the house and the game is afoot or abike…