At first there’s one. A second later comes another… And then all hell breaks loose, as a cascade of perspiration rolls forward with vengeance. It’s the first real tangible clue that you’re getting close; close to the middle of nowhere and close to California’s Central Valley in the middle of summer.
Coming out of yet another series of contiguous sweeping corners, you feel the slight ache in your wrist - because it’s already been a long day - but instead of falling victim to your inner demons you press on. Ignore …

Every so often those random cogitators and somewhat divergent particulars swimming around inside your head can come together in such a way that you stumble on to an idea that seems so right, so timely, so true, and so unequivocally correct, that no matter what might stand in your way you just know deep down in the soul of your soul that it not only makes sense but is something that you’ve just got to do…
Several weeks back while rolling around in bed at 2 AM, with a mind full …

[Editors Note:] This morning MotorMilt, my old man and weekend riding companion, and I were shooting the shit when he happened to mention that he enjoyed the CLASS course so much that he felt absolutely compelled to write Reg, Gigi and the gang at CLASS to thank them for the experience. After taking a few minutes to read his note I thought that it might be worthwhile to publish it here on Twisting Asphalt because perhaps it would be of interest for others of you out there who are thinking …

Sharing a Smoke in the Malibu Mountains.