It's been three months since my best friend died riding... (please excuse this thread... might be a lil' depressing) I know that many riders die (I'm praying for all of them). Even after a lot of them passed I have been able to jump back on my bike. The only thing is, after Dylan died, I'm not able to get back on. I'm pretty nervous at this point because I'm supposed to qualify for Loretta's again, and go to all the big races out here. I can't really cut my race season. I't's so weird because there's never been a time where I just couldn't ride.
The other day I went to ride, and it literally was like my brain told my hand to do nothing... I have never had anything happen to me that was so bizarre in my life! I couldn't do it... so I had to hightail it back to the pits. has anybody had an experience like that?
(again, kind of depressing.. I apologize.)
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The other day I went to ride, and it literally was like my brain told my hand to do nothing... I have never had anything happen to me that was so bizarre in my life! I couldn't do it... so I had to hightail it back to the pits. has anybody had an experience like that?
(again, kind of depressing.. I apologize.)
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