KYRA: Four laps to warm up, then park your motorbike for a Le Mans start. Sprinting in gear is not a graceful event. To my surprise, I mounted quickly, my bike came alive and I dashed towards Big Monza—in fourth place?! Ecstatic at my luck, the internal cheerleader switched on. Lean towards your goal. Be aggressive. You're in a good position. All you have to do is hol… No sooner than my pep-talk began did my clearly quicker opponent whiz ahead of me and all my intensity as a humble reminder that rank, as much as ego, is fleeting. But dammit, I held on. Admittedly, I'm not often proud of my progress. But in these final four momentous laps, I BrAP'd, looked for the X's, rode faster when it was fast and slower when it was slow. I adapted to the surroundings and changing circumstances. Even jumped—like both tires miles (okay, inches) in the air—the table tops in the dirt section! I made quick transitions and stayed two steps ahead. I rode full-tilt, decelerated hard and trailed with the front brake. Most of all, I didn't give in… To fear or to my competitors.