It’s late Saturday afternoon and to be perfectly honest I’m absolutely whipped right now. My lower back hurts, my wrists feel tired and my legs are completely shot, but none of that really matters or can overshadown yesterday… Because I witnessed my riding future and it’s on a racetrack.

Without a doubt the proverbial ‘lightbulb’ has gone on inside my head and suddenly all those little things that hung me up before - such as when to downshift, how to do it smoothly, dealing with excess speed, cornering at speed, braking, trailbraking, braking before a corner, and accelerating while leaned over just to name a few - now just simply make sense. I don’t know how it happened or when it happened, but somewhere along the line the Duc and I have become a harmonious pair that thinks together and acts together. Riding the 999 yesterday was both an all together new experience and yet something that felt so perfectly normal and so perfectly sensable that it just happened with little thought or effort involved. All in all, it was a day that I will cherish for quite sometime because for the past thirty-six hours I’ve had a perma-grin smile plastered across my face and I can’t stop thinking about how amazing it was to be out on the track and how I finally feel that my skill level is worthy of riding the Duc…

A much longer blog entry is required to explain this and it’s certainly coming, but for now I just thought I’d pass along a couple of picts that the great Gaz took at Willow…