Riding under the influence

I can recall two stand-out instances from my early days when riding under the influence could have ended my fun. Not alcohol; not controlled substances (these weren‘t on the radar where I grew up)...

Riding into a river of rats

Just the slightest hint of dawn in the eastern sky heralded another blistering hot day on the training range. Knowing that it would soon be light enough that my heavily tinted face shield...