The beauty of this is the unwavering intention of the rider. There is no reaction, just relentless action and consequence. The only way to watch this is to trac

The beauty of this is the unwavering intention of the rider. There is no reaction, just relentless action and consequence. The only way to watch this is to track the furthest point you can see and actively chase it while you feel the immediate horizon fall in behind you like a tunnel, almost pushing you forward. You can't even have the memory of fear to ride like that, and the idea of self has to dissolve into muscle memory and action. To be able to just devour every last millisecond of life like that is a peak human experience. I can't compare my own riding to this, but to a motorcyclist, his shift timing is like listening to Clapton play guitar.