By Nick Schrager
Like a swarm of hornets on steroids, motors roar.
Rubber slashes at the dirt, which coats everything in its path.
In the war-like chaos, there is silence as a rider launches himself off a mound appropriately referred to as 911.
A grill smolders, a dog pants, a toddler sitting on her dad’s shoulders smiles.
The rider lands, people cheer.
“They make it look easy and so smooth,” Sharon “Sam” Bach of Lebanon said.