You open the door and sit down, turn the key. As you turn it, multiple systems spring into life. The starter motor spins on the ring gear to spin the flywheel and crankshaft – the pistons now a moving dance of metal. The fuel pump charges into life, pressurising the metal lines from the tank to the engine. The crankshaft whirrs away, pulling the timing chain and with it, the camshafts, moving the intake and exhaust valves to move fuel and air in and out of the engine, fuel saturated in, combusted out.
You push the clutch in and select reverse, ready to roll out to the trailhead for another satisfying early morning ride. The birds chirp as the dew that’s settled overnight on the grass falls from the leaves, leaving just enough moisture to run onto the dirt below, ready for your tyres to mix it with the lower layers of the trail. The gearstick moves the selector rods in the gearbox as you drive, the gears connecting the organised chaos of the engine into the forward motion of you, your bike and the car to your early morning destination.
Underneath your seat, the metal shell of the canopy floats over the tarmac, as the familiar sound of rubber and road meeting together in a dull roar that echoes through the still morning air. Arriving early at your destination you steer into the parking lot, park the car, exit the car and breathe the sweet morning scents deep into your lungs while you unpack your bike and await your buddies’ arrival, full of anticipation for the fun that’s about to occur.