Kate's nephew, Nick Martin, who will be my crew chief this year, has a tattoo on his chest. It reads,
"Don't die wondering."
It's a condensation - and a cautionary allegory to Thoreau's famous line -
“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”
Is it worth it? Is racing worth the risk? It really depends on your song. There are soloists like Bill who break the new ground and leave a legacy. There are back-benchers in the tutti like myself with modest goals, backed by a respect for the process and the legacy of those who went before us, and who simply want to be a part of something bigger than themselves. There are those who want to show off a new hat. There are guys who just want an excuse to get out of the house for a week. The motivations are varied, but all are valid.
At this level - amateur racing with no monetary motivation or reward - it's all about perusing dreams. As human beings, what a privilege it is to be able to do that.
What kind of an example would I be to my wife, my family, my friends, if I didn't?
I'll take that privilege - I'll climb into my car, or I'll strap on a guitar, or I'll write that screenplay, or I'll fight city hall. I'll tilt at windmills, and I'll keep rolling the rock up the hill - but I won't live a life of quiet desperation - and I won't die wondering.
I owe that to the ones I love. And I expect the same from them.