The Race To The Edge

This was inspired by the film "Closer To The Edge", a film about Guy Martin and his 2010 Isle of Man TT campaign, and dedicated to all of the fallen heroes who have died doing what they love on this the most difficult event.

With ear plugs in, and helmet on,

Silence descends.

No more cheering,

No more commentator echoing round the stands,

Your breathing and rising heartbeat

Offer the only accompaniment

To the orchestra of nerves and fear.

You are alone.

Mind blank.

Staring down the decent into madness.

The revs rise,

Higher, higher and higher,

Hold..........

Go

Launch

From zero to the limit

In one frantic blink.

Blood stream pumping neat adrenaline

The warrior and his weapon

Headlong in a fireball

To either death, failure or glory

Chasing that crazy white snake

With all your strength

Over the mountain.

Everything on the line

Going for broke

All in.

In the lap of the gods

Screaming down the bleeding edge

Inches from fatality

pushing mortality

Against yourself,

The mountain,

The course,

And the clock.

No letting up

No rest

And no quarter given,

for the ultimate prize.

Why?

I hear you ask.

To race.