Motocross is dirty. I mean, it's really really dirty. When the sun shines, the dirt is free to move around and mess with your vision and turn all our leathers into a faded color of whatever we started with. But when it rains, wow, that's when it's just awesome. The mud just flies everywhere; carves deep grooves in the track, gets all over our uniforms, and makes it really a challenge. Not to mention I just love the feel of mud. So wet and slimy, with that grit of the sandy bits that get in my teeth when it gets past my face guard. There aren't many things I love more than mud. And they involve dancing, Glee, and most of all, Santana Maria Lopez. Just look at her, sitting there cheering me on when I know she's freezing.
She watches through the spring rain as number 74 flies up and over the jumps, cutting turns tightly where her competitors spin out and tangle one another up. By the time they're at the last lap, Santana can breathe an easy sigh of relief, because her baby is not only going to win the race, she's going to hit a new course record - again - and clinch the title for the team. Brittany, being Brittany, soars up and over the final jump with a triumphant shout that can almost be heard over the crowd. Santana knows that it happened though, because it always does. She never hears the exact words, but there's always a great cry.
I fly over the jumps as the rain pelts my face. Jared's been keeping pace with me for most of the time, but as we come into the final lap, he spins out, taking Ryan and Andrew down with him. I hear more yelling behind me as I keep going, so apparently he took a few more out, too. Not my problem today. In practice yes, but now... now I'm coming down to that final jump. I roar up the incline, giving it full throttle, and fly out and over the finish line, screaming out my victory cheer. "SANTANA I LOVE YOU!" No one ever hears what I say, it's too loud around me, and the helmet muffles my words, but I just know that the day she hears it is the day she'll be ready for us.
