Generational Hubris

Miranda Cain road races motorcycles. She’s my grandniece. 

Her mother and father were motorcyclists. An aunt and uncle of hers were motorcyclists. Her boyfriend is a motorcyclist and raced for a while. Three of her granduncles are motorcyclists. 

It’s great having another generation in our family involved in motorcycling. Plus, with racing being an admirable challenge, her family cheers for Miranda’s success, although some of them with a tinge of trepidation. 

A couple of years ago, Miranda provided me with one of the most epic experiences in my life—we shared a track day at the Shannonville Motorsports Park, in Ontario, Canada. We enjoyed a wonderfully sparkly day relating to each other through the unexplainable joys of high-speed motorcycling. 

It’s all about heart. Passion. Anyone who has raced, or loved a racer, knows that it changes and consumes a person’s life. It requires limitless focus, dedication, and commitment. 

Us being on the track together was our first chance to share this secret language we’ve learned through the experiences of high speed and high risk. As I said, it was epic.