Complete disconnection. Paradox, that. There is an association with the world. The elements are few – you, the motorcycle, and big air. In fact, the connection is at its unpolluted best. Time is running out. Unfortunately, such liberties don’t last long. A second, perhaps two, but that’s about it. The silent dramatics of getting airborne, just a couple of feet high, on a motorcycle.
‘Perfect landing’ says Malcolm. That’s more reassuring than the silent thunk of the motorcycle touching base. You’ve seen Malcolm Ilavia, to give you his full name, on these pages before. A professional (and brilliant) motocross rider, he takes no time in dishing out his entire motocrossing skill set on available real estate before your eyes. After which, like all brilliant chaps, he will tell you, matter-of-factly, how it’s done. And then, he’ll urge you to try it out while making it sound as simple and easy as boiling milk (When it starts spilling all over the stove, it’s done, SIMPLE! – Anon. If you’re chicken, you’ll end up with a half-cooked evaluation of yourself and the motorcycle. This motorcycle likes to be pushed further. Be reserved, introverted on it and you’re not getting any dessert.
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