Eberhart Creative Racing
A few years ago, a doctor told me that I was destroying my knees by playing soccer 4-5 times a week. He said, "you're 30 years old, you've never had the genetics to be an athlete, and you've apparently been pounding your joints on a soccer fields for 20 of those years. Take a year off, or should I go ahead and schedule ACL/MCL/PCL replacements for both knees . . .sometime in the fall, maybe?"
So I stopped. And it sucked.
I couldn't play soccer, but I needed competition to satisfy all that leftover caveman angst. I had been riding sportbikes for a while, even doing a few trackdays here and there. . . well, you can see where this is going. Racing is fun; there's no illusions of going pro or looking cool. I show up on Friday night or Saturday morning, go as fast as I can, laugh a lot, and then go home with what feels like a lighter, cleaner soul. Pretty granola, I know, but it's very, very close to the absolute truth. Going around a racetrack as fast as I can repairs something in me, and makes me a better human.
These days, I'm done racing, but manage to get out the track to coach new & young riders a few times a year. With a little bit of distance & perspective, racing taught me a lot about . . .well, a lot, and I'm glad I spent those years chasing myself and a checkered flag around a track. With that in mind, thank all of you who have supported me and my racing by buying something.