The drive to race strong as always. The championship already wrapped up by somebody other than me for the 2nd year in a row. Whatever the truckstop had pineapple and Wonderbread; all I needed to accommodate my only packed ration. In SPAM we trust.
The mornings camped right below tree line were cold enough to make Layla dog climb in my sleeping bag. The racing was the first good racing of the season. With 10 motorbike entrants over the 3 or 4 all year and a Brady brother getting back on his bike after a few years away was nipping seconds behind me every run. And the solid old 2nd place finisher to me at all the other races of the year (Except the one I missed) finished 4th. So if not for the attendance points paid (green flag points they call them), I could... have ... would... whatever. Two seasons in a row of not being the bike champion will not kill me off and it is nice to share some love since I think I have won damn near every bike championship since they started allowing bikes in 2014. Ol Lord Mick raced his first race after a major knee/ femur surgery last winter to correct years and years of being a totally devoted and huge huck loving committed shredder of gnar. And all I can take away from all of this is that I love doing what I do. I love going stupid fast on roads that most people are to afraid to drive at all. I love sharing what I love with a few good blokes. And I still have no shame in my love for SPAM. SPAM light is actually my top shelf.
P.S. the pictures of race car wings are another topic of discussion to follow. Mabey after I serve my duty as SIDEBURN ambassador for next weeks Nepal adventure. Much!
