The suit feels stiff. The zipper determined not to budge. The protective pads feel awkward. The plastic part of a junior prom gone bad. Yet as I snap the last buckle on the boot and listen to the loud pop which suggests that the strap running across the top of my foot is now locked into place, I can't help but wish that the rocket scientists who developed thermoplastic had something for a bruised ego. But they don't, so instead I'm left to my own devices. Left to battle my own demons.
Walking into the garage, it's hard to imagine that its been just six days since I laid the 999 down for the very first time.





Back at the Track… The 999 Returns
And it’s back… The 999 returned to life at Buttonwillow Raceway, after many months of hard work by a number of individuals, and it was absolutely magnificent to ride! At the moment I’m soooo fried it’s not even funny, certainly a bit sore, and well, … Read More →