Aloha and Welcome to *Liam's Wild Ride* , the Official Website of Liam Shubert. This is the mostly complete chronicle of my travels, adventures, and experiences while I was busy working in MotoGP, with stints in WSBK, WSS, and the World Endurance Championship! Please enjoy the Places, Races, and especially, the Races!
I'm currently living and working in beautiful San Francisco, California. How can I help make your auto/moto dreams into a reality? Email me to discuss your special project today.
I'm growing again - finally. I feel very connected right now; connected to my mind as it expands both inwards and out, spirituality finding harmony and peace within myself, and as I learn more about my new role and new goals, I see the architecture of my mind going through another reset, as it had in '05/'06 and again in '10. I am sensing my potential and visualizing my existence as more than myself again, beyond the body and the physical, beyond toys and games - and beyond life itself. I am inspired to become inspirational again.
I feel alive; the blaring roar of my engine as I row through the gearbox, feeling the front tires fold and tuck, in and out, in and out, while the rear scratches and claws for traction, always pushing me around and twisting my bodies, steering wheel twitching, hunting and darting, bouncing and pulsing, seeking that perfect inertial drift . . . wheels cocked sideways, counter-steering and on the pipe, perfect flow, perfectly flowing, smooth and raw and brutal - all pieces working together to separate, translate, re-direct and transfer energy from fuel and air. Barbaric, clattering, an Exercise of Power. Loud Noisy, Everything Howling, my Existence is Now - and more is coming. I have the tools and the desire to forge ahead, to see beyond my past and experience connection. I'm ready.
This feeling comes and goes, the briefest of touches, a caress and the flip of hair into my hand on a warm, windy sun-filled day. I can feel the spray of the waves licking at my face, no longer stinging my eyes, welcoming me home. I am so proud and grateful to be learning again; I am feeling more fulfilled, more productive, and more connected. It is bliss. I missed you. I am sorry I forgot what this feeling was truly like, but I will honor you. I have taken the last 4% of my life to find some measure of peace again. Everything is coming together as it should. I am seeing myself in the equation and how everything affects me, and how I, in turn, affect everything. The missing pieces are drawing closer, tidal waves and the gravitational pull of my life force, the heartbeat of the universe is within my grasp. Circles. Always Circles. My earthquake is building. I have held the sun in my hands before, but it was not something I could hold on to. To know this feeling is to want it, to chase my dreams and aspire that warmth again. I'm out there. I will be one with myself, for I am everything I was meant to be. Let life become ever deeper and more meaningful.
I encourage you to watch this video on full screen.
Ulrich Schnauss: Monday Paracetamol
It's been an incredible week; new job, new shoes, and I'm rolling like never before. Jules snapped some beautiful pictures on our ride last Sunday, sailing through the dirty mountain roads I love so dearly.
Conditions weren't the best; heavy rains the week prior had washed a lot of dirt and debris onto the road, and several corners were still awash with little rivulets and streams, making for some hurried decelerations. The day prior I had run with a crew and the rider in front of me managed to rear end a postal van on Pescadero. Tis' the season . . . to be careful, cautious, and remember the mantra of the mountain rider. "Make it home."
Masterpiece: The most exquisite production bike in the world
Ducati has created what I consider to be the most beautiful, most exquisite production missle motorcycle the world has yet seen - and it's a drastic departure from the "traditional" design parameters that one normally associates with the Italian Marque. I've spent more than a few weeks at Ducati Corse's workshop and design studios so I'm quite familiar with their capabilities, but this machine, the 1199 Panigale, has completely blown me away with the engineering genius that has shaped every major component, and the technical genius of the entire sporting package. If ever there has been a Masterpiece of modern Italian Design - this is it.
I remember my discussions with powertrain engineers during the development of the SuperQuadro engine (or SuperQuadrata as it was known in its early stages), a radically oversquare v-twin that was destined for extreme RPM's, and I remember the difficulty we had on the GP teams with the packaging of our complex and sophisticated electronics control devices. I won't be getting into the precise details of the materials tested and chosen for the production version of this machine, but I would like to take a few moments and discuss what I feel are the noteworthy and ground-breaking aspects of the 1199; a machine that I will simply refer to as "God-Bike". The laws of physics have been bent; gaps in logic forced open and closed with the high speed precision that can only come from Ducati's signature desmodromic valvetrain. This is truly a stunning machine, especially when the clothes come off and we're left with the naked truth.
Leave the Ivory Tower and take a moment to share your life with others. Learn from them, teach them, realize deeply that we are all one people, and truly appreciate all the gifts in your life.
Music has been a constant in my life from early days, and it's why I share so much of it here. Oftentimes, I find it replaces words and can more accurately replicate or instigate a mood or feeling. Smile more :)
I spent Saturday morning running through the Santa Cruz mountains on the way to meet up with a "True Grit" rain or sun ride with a group of hardcore motorcycling enthusiasts. They will often ride in gnarly conditions to learn more about available traction while practicing advanced bike control, and just to have a good time challenging the weather while most folks stay inside (roads are typically more empty, almost no bicyclists, etc). Unfortunately, I didn't quite make it to the starting point of the ride and ended up calling it an early day. I crashed.
I've been thinking about you lately, and what it means to Love. Not just the physical act, or the brain's chemical response, but the Power of Love and how it can transcend sheer "emotionality" in the human sense. These thoughts stem from a conversation I had in early January, wherein my friend proposed that "perhaps" we only get one chance at Love.
I've been meaning to write about the rain for quite some time; how it affects me and its effects on the road. We've had such good weather lately, I haven't been able to get anything down!
As a rule, I don't like the rain. It always means more cleaning for me, as the tires on my bike kick up a lot of dirt and rocks, and I simply don't like how the moisture gets everywhere (sometimes into nooks and crannies that I can't easily clean). Rain can bring about odd and intermittent electrical problems by causing corrosion to form in the bike's connectors and ground paths, and it can chill you to the bone if you're not geared up correctly. I really don't like being wet unless I'm sitting on a longboard waiting for the next set to roll in, or in a warm bath/jacuzzi! There is something very special about surfing amidst the rain in Hawaii; warm water turned cool from the winds, and the rain drops appear to be jumping up out of the ocean. Very surreal and empty, an existentialist plane with a rolling, black-water spiked surface. Here in San Francisco, the rain usually brings dark skies and a natural depression that causes most to curl up with a warm, snuggly blanket and some soup. But . . . . it can be incredibly fun and challenging to ride in the rain, and the ability to do it well is truly an art. The connection between bike and rider becomes that much more tenuous, but can also be enhanced by the danger and treacherousness of the conditions, in part from to the increased focus necessary just to keep it on two. For this reason, I tend not to shy away from riding through the mountains when the rains are upon us. Riding through a storm is a natural way to test your physical and mental capabilities against the elements, to test the fortitude (and water-resistant designs) of your machinery, and to cry havok and unleash the power of your will upon the roads.