So, I start first every moto. That means I have two laps, if I'm lucky, to be in the lead and feel special. Usually, Jessica Patterson blitzes by me around lap two after wiping out my 30 second head start. Then the rest of the pack squashes my dreams as they zing, zip and zoom by. I'm cool, though. Especially since every lap I get a wave from a flock of Mechanics and a very-enthusiastic pit board message or two from Ryan Hughes. That helps me ignore the idea that my arms are going to fall off.