This picture better than any epitomizes the essence  of what HPV races really are for: a chance for bystanders to see with their own eyes these Magnificent Men and Women with their Extraordinary Advanced Biking Machines. Peek under the hood, make sure they are pedal- driven; mingle with the Stars.
    Fortunately, the field of HPV racing is a niche sport, ergo those participating in it do it for the sheer joy of it, not for the money. Which means that their enthusiasm is boundless, highly contagious, thus at times capable even of affecting mere Couch Potato / Remote Control Pilots . Been there, done that sort of thing. Or, had it done to me, as it were.
    The rest of this mini-web is about these Maginificent Men and Machines in Munich, which also happened to be the first HPV competition that I ever attended... because of it taking place in for me rather inaccessible part of the once- Olympic Village, 40 km outside of the city, and other factors, sadly for one day only, and not the second. Though just a static, color- reduced, dithered glimpse of the Real Thing, imagine what it felt to see all these bikes in full NaturalColor^[tm] motion!