Photo Books

For most of us, racing is just a hobby. Something cool to brag about at work, a way to pass the time in our lives. Still, it's hard to beat that feeling you get when you take the perfect line, get the best start, have a great battle with a competitor. Like time, those memories fade and slip away if we let them. I still remember my first race. I almost threw up twice. My arms hurt so bad from arm pump I thought (or wished) they would fall off. Most of my memories of that event come from my fading recollection and a few disposable camera prints an old girlfriend took. Still, they are priceless.