I used to race motorcycles back in the day. I had a Harley for cruising the highways and a Husqvarna for racing in the dirt. The Moto-Cross track was a regular hangout. The start of races was the most intense experiences I have ever had; fifty bikes at the start line revving their engines waiting for the gate to drop. It was a deafening moment as we ran straight pipes back then. When the gate dropped, it was a mad dash for the first corner; if you could make it in the first batch, it was clear sailing as you led the pack. If you got there slow, you ate dust.