Early mornings. Coffee was key. My new motor puled harder than Paul Bunnion's big blue ox on pcp. The bike handled well and was only on the recieving end of a pass a few times, mostley the big 1200cc bikes on the straights. Malcom's boy Alexander smith took his 1200 ducati multistrada in right in front of my. scary fast shit. luckily he left the road on the uphill side and was up and walking before his bike had stopped augering up dirt.
The hill is my happy place and i have never gone faster. could not be more happy and cant wait for the race. Two weeks.