You get it. The trail is harsh. That last rock ate your fenders, your skid barely hangs on after some mud pit tried to pull you down into the earth, and the sun is beating down with your rad begging to explode. The sum total of a months work is twisted, scratched, and busted in more places than should be possible.
You’re dirty, low on gas, and could use a drink… but you made it through. And your coming back next week. Oh yes… it will happen. Because you make it happen.