Every rider has a calling, once they feel it they know. Its not something simple, it can't be understood nor comprehended by anyone but riders. Its the sense of pounding pistons and leaning into uncertain death that calls out and entices our senses. Maybe its the uncertainty? The sense of immortality? No, its that our lives are put to the test; for those short moments we can truely be free, truely have control of the uncontrollable. A rider's dream isn't a dream; on the contrary, a absolute reality that we live everyday. When our heads go under the windscreen, we, no longer are looking into the future for answers or relinquishing ourselves to the past. Its at that point, our minds no longer can wonder fields of wishes, fields of hope, fields of pain... Its at that point when our dreams come true