I’m coming through yet another corner — the latest in a series of endless turns and bends — and I find myself wondering when am I going to wake up?

When will this dream cease and reality set in?

Hopefully never…

It’s been less than a month since the relocation and yet I find myself wondering what took so long?

Why do we wait to get to the good parts of life? How is it that you can intrinsically know in your soul that something absolutely correct for you and yet still say to yourself, ‘ah I’ll get to that later’…or, ‘I’ll move there one-day’… or, ‘I’ve got plenty of time to enjoy that’…

Why do we find reasons not to jump?

There are simply more corners around here than I think I will ever know what to do with… Every road seems to be radically tweaked… And it’s awesome… Absolutely awesome…

And then there is today…

I don’t know that I’ve felt this comfortable on a bike since I laid the 999 down… Between the howling engine and the sense of grip — even in adverse pavement conditions — nothing seemed impossible today. So confident. So in control. So in touch with the machine. And the 1098S did everything I wanted it to as I thought of it… And that is just fantastic… I wish it was always this good…

I remember when we were shooting Twist The Throttle, the great Massimo Tamburini said, ‘when a bike can do what you want when you think of it, that’s a special machine’ and that thought has never left me, and yet until right now it also never seemed possible…

And yet it is…

So much is…

Life has never felt this good…