Originally published as a bi-weekly blog series on the Subaru Primal Quest website in 2005 and 2006 December 4, 2005 Ask adventure racers why they do it, and you’re likely to get a number of predictable but meaningful responses.  We do it to test the limits of our minds and bodies; we do it for the pride of accomplishment after great physical effort, pain and discomfort; we do it for the camaraderie and teamwork; we do it to see beautiful places and experience exotic cultures. Blah, blah, blah.  It’s all good stuff, and it does truly mean a lot to me.  But I tend to focus on the more eccentric side of AR.  I live for the random hallucination, the 3:00 am sleep-deprived and garbled comment that induces hilarity on the team, the surrealistic midnight encounters with strangers who have no idea what four dirty people with backpacks and ice…