Mother always told me not to play with fire. . . She said nothing about that fire being above a piston head in the bowels of an engine via fuel injection. . . Playing with the traction of two wheels on the tarmac is at times as dangerous as playing with fire, and I have had my share of time spent “rubber side up”. . . Has it stopped me riding? No. And it won’t. Biking is a drug that will never leave you, and this little thrill seeker is the mascot that sits on your shoulder telling you to hit the redline, just once more. . . .