There are too many riders out there that know this: to be a privateer you’ve got to love your sport. You have to have passion, heart and the drive to train and race for little to no money.
It means working full time and training in the dark, digging dirt jumps out of the snow because you can’t afford the fuel to get to somewhere a little warmer, even if it’s only 1.5 hours south. It means flogging old bikes to get to a few races, fixing your own flats and sleeping on the floor. It means often learning about racing the hard way...It means a lot of sacrifice that comes with a “normal” life for something that you want to do, be and live like. I missed camping trips, parties and family weddings. I struggled making ends meet. I don’t have rich parents. I remember asking my older brother why I couldn’t just be happy to be a normal person with a normal job? And before I could even finish the question, he said: “Cuz Claire, you’re not normal.”
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