Lirithyn Dusklance

I used to stare at my bank statement and feel stupid. Like I was missing something obvious. Turns out, it wasn’t me.

I raced my first FMBMotoracing event in the rain. It was loud. It was messy. And I had no idea what I was doing.

My chain squeaked like a rusty hinge last week. I ignored it. Big mistake. You know that sound.

The roar of a motorbike engine isn’t just sound. It’s tension, speed, and real danger. I’ve stood trackside when riders lean so hard the tires scream.

I felt my first real shiver watching a bike lean into Turn 3 at Laguna Seca. Not from cold. From how close it looked to the ground.

Smoke. Burning rubber. A roar that shakes your teeth. I stood trackside in ’98 and felt that noise hit my chest like a punch.

Who won the MotoGP FIM World Championship? You’re here because you want that name. Right now. Not history. Not speculation. The actual winner.

Is motorcycle racing safe? You’re already asking that. I asked it too (right) before my first track day. Spoiler: It’s not safe like driving to work.

I’ve watched riders slide sideways through gravel, heard engines scream at 12,000 RPM, and stood in pits where decisions happen faster than you can blink.

I’ve watched, ridden, and argued about Motorbike Competition Fmbmotoracing for over a decade. Not from a couch. From pit lane. From the back of a trailer.