Adios Valencia…. Ciao Monza
With the third round done at Valencia I was happy to come away with another points score.
Monday morning after the race it was back on the road for a pretty gruelling 1,500-mile drive home.
Along the way we were stopped by a very sociable gendarme (French policemen). Who after a bit of sneering just asked for some stickers? Doing my bit for Anglo-French relations I obliged and gave the man a cap saving myself a potential €180 fine in the process – job done - everybody’s happy.
The journey took 35 hours including stopping for a kip. Its difficult to say just how comfy my big old double bed was when I got home. Absolute bliss!
I’ve got a new found respect for truckers though. They must have evolved leather butt cheeks. I’ve had a numb bum after a couple of hours at the flicks before but its nothing compared to that drive.
A taste of "fame" as a world supersport rider came just after I got home. The June issue of Superbike magazine (available from all good news agents) has an article about myself – which I found out after the lady at a local petrol station asked me to sign a copy. Ah… the glamour.
There’s no sign of the paparazzi yet and I’m not batting away any groupies yet but hey there’s still 10 rounds to go!
Next up is Monza just north of Milan. I’ve never raced at the track but I have been twice before as a kid.
The first time was for a look round in 1991 when the circuit caretaker took us for a spin around the track in his beaten up fiat. He was loving it, trying to convince us in Italian he was Ayrton Senna – he must have done a few times before as he was shifting.
The second time was a year later when my Dad raced there at a Historic event on an Italian 350 Aermacchi. He set pole, got the fastest lap, and won the race. ~If I do one of those I’ll be happy!
Can’t wait, speak soon,
TT
Monday morning after the race it was back on the road for a pretty gruelling 1,500-mile drive home.
Along the way we were stopped by a very sociable gendarme (French policemen). Who after a bit of sneering just asked for some stickers? Doing my bit for Anglo-French relations I obliged and gave the man a cap saving myself a potential €180 fine in the process – job done - everybody’s happy.
The journey took 35 hours including stopping for a kip. Its difficult to say just how comfy my big old double bed was when I got home. Absolute bliss!
I’ve got a new found respect for truckers though. They must have evolved leather butt cheeks. I’ve had a numb bum after a couple of hours at the flicks before but its nothing compared to that drive.
A taste of "fame" as a world supersport rider came just after I got home. The June issue of Superbike magazine (available from all good news agents) has an article about myself – which I found out after the lady at a local petrol station asked me to sign a copy. Ah… the glamour.
There’s no sign of the paparazzi yet and I’m not batting away any groupies yet but hey there’s still 10 rounds to go!
Next up is Monza just north of Milan. I’ve never raced at the track but I have been twice before as a kid.
The first time was for a look round in 1991 when the circuit caretaker took us for a spin around the track in his beaten up fiat. He was loving it, trying to convince us in Italian he was Ayrton Senna – he must have done a few times before as he was shifting.
The second time was a year later when my Dad raced there at a Historic event on an Italian 350 Aermacchi. He set pole, got the fastest lap, and won the race. ~If I do one of those I’ll be happy!
Can’t wait, speak soon,
TT
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