Fast like the wind

The first time I got on the bike I was very young. Dad gave me a mini bike and it was love at first sight or, perhaps better, at the first lap of the track.

When the design for which you were born appears clear to you from the earliest years of life, there’s nothing that can stop you from making it, whatever it may be.

Every time I wear the suit, the boots, the gloves, and finally the helmet, it’s as if someone was sewing the perfect suit on me: they have become my second skin. I feel at ease and I know, that shortly thereafter, I’ll start another race.

I have often wondered if even an astronaut, before a mission, experiences sensations similar to mine: pumped on adrenaline; the excitement of a new challenge; the desire to return home and with a conquest.

Yes, because the truth is that I compete to win!

In the saddle, I’m no longer Elijah, I’m one with my bike. I don’t feel fear, I don’t fear danger, I run… fast like the wind.

I am a pilot! This allows me not to lose concentration and not to think while I ride because if for a moment there were only Elijah on the bike, the human with his frailties, I wouldn’t be able to do it.

My mom would have preferred me to become a hip hop dancer… how to blame her? What I do is risky, I am very sorry to give her concern, but riding a motorcycle is what makes me happy, what makes me feel truly alive… she knows that.

I lower the visor, warm up the engine and I enter the scene:

…and action!