There are times I wish I could really write. I use pictures as a crutch but sometimes they aren't enough. This is one of those times. As I sat down on a shady hillside and started watching the vintage racing, it was an experience I really don't have the words for. The glorious sounds of the various engines as they come screaming down the racetrack. The Angry hornets on meth sound of the old two strokes, the roar of four stroke singles and twins and the wail of inline fours at full throttle. The SPEED I think some of you know what I'm talking about. All of us have adrenal Glands that sent adrenaline into our bodies under certain circumstances. I think some of us are born with another gland, I'll call it the motodrenal Gland. When around motorcycles it emits a hormone that makes us high and gives us a sense of euphoria. Well that gland was in high gear for me Some pics. A reminder that this is a dangerous sport. It took a while to put out the fire. Screaming around the racetrack is something I would love to do. Something I have no desire to do but I find fascinating was also on display here. I have often seen this on TV but seeing it in person is just a completely different experience. What these guys go is unbelievable and absolutely amazing. I watched for a while. I'm guessing these guys are 40-50 feet in the air! A closeup. Previously there where three of these guys up at once. I missed that shot but did get this. .