Day 9 – Riding The Corkscrew – Consequences
Finally turned onto the right road, I found myself in the lakebed proper (basically, the bottom of the track) and found a sign that helpfully said ‘OEM Parade Lap’. First time all day, mind you, but reassuring to know that the event was real and someone else besides myself was aware of it. Even better, I had two of the requisite three pieces of information. Read more…
Day 9 – Riding The Corkscrew – Anticipation
The thoughts passing through my head looked something like the following narrative: “Shit!” Followed by, “Well, I guess I’m screwed. There’s no way I’m going to get my registration and get back to the racetrack in time.” Pause. Longer pause. Resigned look at the bike. Read more…
Day 9 – Riding The Corkscrew – Prologue
We’ve had our tickets for MotoGP for several weeks now. As soon as they went on sale, we found the best seats that we could and made them ours. This year, we’re in a hospitality suite on Turn 4, and actually have parking nearby. This is a pleasant change from parking in the way back of a distant field and walking two miles into the race track itself. About a month ago, however, there was an email Read more…