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We have made it here. Sepang Preseason started two days ago!
We landed at dawn on Sunday, loaded up 8 great big boxes into our rentavans, and then we all made our way to the Sepang F1 circuit in Malaysia. By 8:30 AM, flight containers were being whipped around by an enthusiastic Basque, knocking chunks out of the concrete pillars in the center of the two bay garage we were assigned. Everyone was working slowly but dilligently, and by late-afternoon we settled into the Hotel Ecquatorial in Bangi Baru and I promptly passed out.
Up early so we could hit the track just after 8 and then we really kicked in to gear, turning out our bikes and prepping our new preseason look. The bikes will look great, and we'll be looking good, too, in our preseason gear that includes some really funky Puma shoes. It's after midnight now, and we got back to the hotel tonight around 10, so I'm about done after a frantic two days that really put our bodies to the test - and the tests have just begun.
This second song is a real old school classic. I love the semi gospel feel, the singing, and for a change, the lyrics!
The weekend between Christmas and New Year's was the perfect opportunity for a couple friends to get together and get down to some serious business. My friend Big Jizzle had a 1988 Honda ZB50 project in the works, and seeing as how his loving (and completely understanding) wife, Amy, was going to be out of town that weekend snowboarding in Seattle, we decided to get the gang together for a quite possibly one of my most favorite activities ever. No, I'm not talking about shore-fishing off the Makaha coastline on the westside of Oahu, and I'm certainly not talking about hand sanding and polishing all the stainless steel hardware on one of my own bikes . . . . . I'm talking about an ENGINE BUILD.
And not just any engine build. We would be taking the venerable 49cc Honda four-stroke engine with a three speed semi-auto clutch and upgrading to a massive 124cc's, complete with a manual five speed transmission and all the requisite goodies for making this a true high performance machine!
The following is how a couple of guys spent time together, hanging out, talking life, hammering and grinding away, until on a beautiful Sunday morning, THIS was born -- and we didn't even use a blowtorch!
Big Jizzle and I got together late on a Friday afternoon to flesh out what the rough plan would be for dismantling the donor machine and creating this monstrosity. Originally, we wanted to get a headstart that evening, and finish up on Saturday afternoon. What we hadn't really considered was how much time we would spend making parts from various aftermarket companies line up, and how precise and thorough we would get while we were grinding away internal sections of the crankcase, cylinder fins, and the clutch side cover. Not to mention, between B-rad, Big Jizzy, and myself, we had far too much enthusiasm and pride to do anything less that what we felt was "the best", and that's exactly what this project deserved.
The donor bike for this project was a lightly used, 1988 Honda ZB50, which was known in Japan and Europe as the Monkey RT. It was only sold in the US in '88, but two iterations were sold overseas in '88 and '89. It is one of the few wishbone framed, horizontal four-stroke minibikes which is capable of getting a license and registration in California, and it would be a perfect starting point to initiate Jizzle's Super Minibike project. We slid across the Bay Bridge over into the Oakland Hills, and step one was to check and examine the new parts that would be going together into the new engine. Here Big Jizz is holding up a set of crankcases that had already been bored out to accept a larger cylinder and sleeve housing a 54mm piston.
J's dog, Digger, didn't really seem to care, but for J and I, this was like Christmas all over again, and we carefully sliced open the boxes containing roller rocker arms, a ported head, the 5 speed, and more. We protected the dining table with a large sheet of cardboard, and everything was looking neat and organized to start off with. Once we'd gotten a good look at the new materials, it became apparent that we'd have to rescue some parts from the old engine, and this is where the fun began. I should point out that all the new parts came via aftermarket companies located in Japan, and most of the instruction sheets and diagrams where in Japanese. Not that this deterred us, or even slowed us down at all, but the next time you hear someone say that, "This all looks Greek to me!", they may be telling the truth.
Big Jizzle's Mansion of Monkey Love is three stories tall, and this meant that all dirty work was predominantly performed downstairs in the garage, while all the fine detail work was done in the dining room, three flights of stairs up. This might not seem like much, but it would take it's toll on our team members before the weekend was out. For me, this was almost as good as it could get, because I haven't really had the time or chance to hang out with the guys and just talk motors. I don't really have the possibility of getting into anything as specialized as Monkey modification here in Europe, and the fact that I was helping J through his first big build just made it that much cooler for me. Jizz got into the swing of things by removing the tank and seat/tailsection, and I occupied myself by laying out some more cardboard and papers to rest the old engine parts on. Why is there a 10mm wrench just laying there on the floor? Because there's always a 10 mil hanging around when you don't need it, but when you DO - where the @#(*$& is it?!? It's funny, but you almost never see tools on the floor in a MotoGP garage, because we're taught to keep everything in a nice pan, or on the bench, but here in J's garage, I suppose we could let a couple things go. After all, we weren't here to race, we were here to share some time together working on something fun and light-hearted.
As stated by RAG II on Planetminis.com
"Monkey's were meant to bring happiness and laughter, they are the closest thing to fairy tail creatures that we have on this earth. You have chosen to use them for evil..." We had barely just begun!
Big Jizzle drained the oil, and we leaned the bike over a little bit trying to get every last drop out of the old engine. It was apparent that this may just have been the original oil the bike was fitted with when it was sold new, which while only having seen 1,800 miles, was still due to have been changed. 15 years ago!! Later, I would find out that J had a rear stand for the bike, something that would come in handy when we removed the footrest and kickstand assembly.
The motor started to come apart fairly easily, and for a time, things were clean and orderly :)
About this time we started getting hungry. The kind of hungry that can only be remedied by loads of oily raw fish, so we headed into town for a fantastic Sushi dinner complete with Nigori unfiltered sake (heated, because I'm a blasphemer), and cold beers. After we knocked down a ton of food, we rolled back to the house to find that Digger had expressed his desire to unwrap new toys, too. It was a clear sign that we should stop working on the 50 and start working on the 12 yr. old scotch that just happened to be laying around with our names on it.
The next morning J got up early and ran down to a bearing supply house to pick up some roller bearings we needed to run the transmission shafts in the case. I have no idea why these weren't included in the kit, and when you consider that we were spending close to Rolex money on this engine, it makes you scratch your head as to how something like this is left out of the package. When you think about it, there are about the same amount of moving parts in both a mechanical watch and a running four-stroke engine, and both are magical in that by themselves, they are inert. But add some energy, some form of fuel, and they will run and run precisely as their designers wanted. Such beautiful, intricate, little parts. This is Man-Jewelry! Fortunately for us, one of the great things about the Bay Area is that you can usually find what you need, even early on a Saturday morning. Once the bearings were in the freezer, J woke me up and we got started on figuring out how the day would go. Step one: get rid of the old gas in the tank before the acetone smell drove us bonkers in the garage. We would need all our brain cells intact, or at least reasonably intact, for the mission ahead.
Before we could begin assembling the new engine, we needed to clearance the old transmission area to accommodate five gears instead of three. About this time B-rad showed up with some true implements of destruction. Namely, his hands. Just kidding, he actually brought a bunch of necessary tools from his house in Excelsior, like a die grinder, some torque wrenches, and miscellaneous pliers that would keep us going long into the night. And I just knew that it would be a long night, because I wasn't about to quit until this engine was assembled. The gauntlet had been thrown down, and I was answering the call. Who knew when the next chance to do something like this with my boys would happen again? That's J-Bizzle, B-rad, and myself. Thanks for the use of the overshirt, B-rad, it pulled its duty several times over.
Without a doubt, the lengthiest part of this engine build was the clean and professional removal of material from the crankcases. Although I was sure no one would ever have a reason to open these cases again in the future, there was no way any of us wanted to slip up and score the case with an errant grinding tool. Bit by bit, nudge by nudge, we ground away to our heart's content. Only the harsh, shrill screaming of the die grinder made this task unpleasant. That, and the cold, wet compressed air that kept pouring out over our hands as we held the tool with a death grip that would have made Frodo and his ring proud (how's that for a NERD reference, you D&D geeks!). Jizz, please get ahold of my water trapper to go inline with your compressor, so we're not pumping moist air through our tools, and while you're at it, dig a hole in the concrete floor of the garage and bury that compressor so we never have to listen to it again. Bwahahahaha!
Big Jizzle got in on the grinding. It was a competition of comfort between his Merrell man-slippers and my Alpinestar Pit shoes. J claims that his shoes are the, "Most comfortable things ever," but I wouldn't know. I would never try on another man's shoes. Later, I threw my shoes in the washing machine to make sure all the aluminum grit and dust was cleaned out, but even so, they did stay extremely comfortable throughout the two day job, and overnight into Sunday. These are the same shoes used by the Factory Yamaha Team, and their satellite Tech 3 Team, except theirs are standard black.
Eventually B-rad had enough of just watching, and I could tell he knew what he was doing. With a look of supreme confidence, he leaned over towards Jizzle and said in his best Keanu Reeves voice, "Dude, I know what I'm doing. I know kung-fu," or something like that. Either way, B-rad Went To Town with that little die grinder, and I think the only way to describe it properly would be to say that he used it with Vigor. It was . . . inspirational, and when I would need to modify the cylinder and clutch cover later, I felt like I channeled some of B-rad's power.
It just so happened my girlfriend, Michelle, was hanging out watching us work (and taking photos), and by mid-afternoon we all decided to take a much needed break and get some burgers. Target: Berkeley! We jumped in some four-wheelers and made our way to Telegraph Ave, dodged bums on the corners, got called names by black street musicians ("Look out you big Europeans!"), and were also told to wish Baby Jesus a Happy Birthday. Once we got to Bongo Burger, it was all worth it.
We separated after eating so Michelle could go shoe shopping in the East Bay and the men could get down to doing their kind of shopping, namely going to the hardware store and buying more tools! Case in point was this beautiful drill press that came equipped with a bi-directional laser sight. We needed to drill out a space for the neutral switch we'd be installing, because we were converting these cases from CRF50, off-road model, into a street going set. Yeaaaaaah man, I'm so good with the lubricant, and B-rad was tight with the camera action. Big Jizzle was good with the second guessing, har har, but he came around.
Once the bottom end cases had been ground, drilled, and otherwise prepped for assembly, I taught J one of the most time-honored traditions in the history of man and his efforts in the home-garage. That's right - we cleared out his wife's kitchen sink and used it as our Parts Washer! There is absolutely nothing like a sink full of hot, soapy water, and a paintbrush, for cleaning out bits of this and that from engine parts! The second sink on the right was used to rinse.
B-rad's shirt came into play again when we used it to hold the cases before J blew out all the orifices with compressed air. Mmm, shiny! You'd be amazed how many people are for or against polishing the internal surfaces of their engine cases. I'll just say that it depends on the application, because there is evidence to show that it is beneficial in some cases, and not-so-gooda in others.
Later, this gorgeous "pork-chop" stroker flywheel assembly would be installed in the crankcases. It is more kosher than kosher.
The five speed slotted in without any problems, and the kickstart assembly went together easily, too. We were rolling right along, but this was before we'd hit our second set of snags. First off, B-rad had to rush off to a dinner party back on the SF side of the bay, and secondly the clutch cover did not fit flush to the crankcases without contacting the lowest cylinder fin. To further complicate matters, the side cover featured an oil port that was directly inline with a full set of cylinder fins. Both side cover and cylinder were about to be modded, hahaha.
Before we procede with the carnage, here's another shot of the "guts".
Before this lightweight and moly-coated 54mm piston could be installed . . . .
. . . . this cylinder needed a bunch of material removed. I have to say, this jug from Takegawa had the thickest fins I've ever seen on a mini, and grinding away the aluminum took me longer than I cared. This little styrofoam box did a good job of holding the cylinder in place as I got down to it.
Once this was done, we went back to assembling the Daytona clutch on the Takegawa 5-spd. It is a really nice touch to be able to move the clutch pack from the crankshaft (right) to the primary shaft of the transmission, if only to be able to brag about rotational mass, and moreso, mass centralization. B-rad managed to come back to the house after his dinner was over, which was really nice because the team was back together.
Things really started coming along at this point, but then we hit yet another snag when we realized that the Takegawa superduty kickstart shaft didn't fit perfectly through the Daytona sidecover. When last we had lined the pieces up to check for fitment, the kicker hadn't been installed, and it's just one more thing that makes you realize how many different things need to come together correctly when you're working on a project like this. It is absolutely astounding that Team KR was able to build their Honda/KR hybrids in the timeframe they had, and I take my hat off to their engineers in Banbury.
After we figured out a solution that made sense to the majority of the group, B-rad had to split because it was getting pretty late into the night. We all said goodnight to the sleeping bike. Big Jizz gave me a lift into the city so I could pick up my car, my girlfriend, and most importantly, the late night snacks that would power me through until dawn - because I wasn't done yet, and neither was he, or so I thought!
I returned to the house in the middle of the night, re-stocked and ready to rock, only to find Big Jizzle layed out. No matter, I had work to do and the fire to get it done.
Michelle got busy prepping food-stuffs, and soon enough the smell of super spicy Ramen roused J from his slumber. The clear pan on the right is filled with clean motor oil, not food, and was used to soak the clutchplates before their assemblage. I stayed on course and guzzled coca-cola to the tune of about half a liter per hour. The salt-n-vinegar chips earlier didn't help, either.
I can tell by the lighting that the sun is beginning to rise in this shot. Everything's in place, and I'd shown J how I like to put these things together; all that was left to do was to time and set the top-end. No sweat!
For the life of me, I can't figure out why no one has come up with a better solution for these two screws yet. On the stock engine, there's a ten mm head that you must use a wrench on. The problem is that the head is so close to the cylinder wall that you can't get a good purchase on the head of the screw, and the fingers of the wrench contact the cyl. wall. In this super version, they switched to allenhead fasterners, which are great if you have a set of long ball-end allen sockets from Snap-On (which I do, but didn't have with me at the time). It's frustrating to be precise with all your torque specs on the motor and have to do these two by hand, because while they're not load-bearing, they do seal in the oil running along the cam chain. Anyway, my calibrated wrist came through and this motor was almost all sealed up!
Thanks to Big J for the time, the photos, and the fun.
We brought the beast outside for a few more photos, and the strain of the previous night showed.
To think, this whole project started after J had ridden my Mighty 88, in the summer of '07. This is only the beginning . . . .
Since the engine work was completed, Big Jizzle and B-rad have installed a new NSR front end with wave rotor disc brake and Brembo caliper, not to mention 12 inch wheels running the French Rubber.
And a set of slick rear-set controls with a G-Craft swingarm. The final bike is far from complete, as new parts require new solutions and fabrication. Not until everything is as perfect as can be will the bike be disassembled for paint, polish, and powdercoat. I can't wait to see the end result!
But until that day, I'll always remember the crazy couple of days we spent putting together this amazing little engine! Merry Christmas J!
Actually, Christmas is all about Family. I returned to San Francisco and met my girlfriend, Michelle, at the airport on a cold and rapidly darkening afternoon. The weather did nothing to dampen our enthusiasm, and we joyfully embraced before loading up my gearbags in a taxivan and heading into the city.
I wasn't tired at all, despite the long journey that had seen me travel to Frankfurt from Barcelona and nearly miss my connection for the long haul to San Francisco.
I had to sprint to make it to my United flight, and when I finally got to the intl. gate (I'd forgotten how big Frankfurt's airport can be!), United had given away all their seats to the standby folks. Fortunately, some creative juggling meant there would be space for me onboard, and I promptly jumped on. I was the last guy on the plane, which managed to elicit some dirty looks from some of the passengers, but as luck would have it, we were delayed once again after the doors had been shut. I was thankful for that delay, too, because I believe it gave my luggage the time it needed to get packed away and make the flight to the US.
Once we'd gotten squared away at the house, I decided that a nice walk would be just what I needed after being cooped up on flights for so many hours. A quick stroll through Hayes Valley, with all it's little boutiques and knick-knack stores, took care of the stretching, and then it was off to a scrumptious dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in SF, the Q cafe, in the Outer Richmond district. To be honest, I don't really remember the meal so much as the time I spent reuniting with my girl and getting a hackneyed plan together for how we would be spending the following three weeks. The plan was, "No Stress, No Worries, oh, and my Mom is coming to visit for a week. Starting tomorrow." Bwahahahaa!
We slept in the next day, mostly because of the time difference, and then were off to meet my Mom at her hotel when she arrived late that night. The late night (well, 11-ish, really) meant that most of the standard restaurants in the city were just closing up, unlike in Spain where we'd be just in time to start going out, haha. Checking our alternatives, we quickly found a Thai Noodle House that was open, and we proceeded to get our grub on. A couple Thai iced coffees? Sure! Some fried bananas and ice cream? Heck Yes! It was only the start of what would be a feast of a vacation for me, and I put on an honest 11 pounds while I was back home. Confession: I did eat fast food on one occasion while I was back, some spicy Popeye's fried chicken! And it was great!
Since my Mom comes equipped with a Super Chinese Heritage, we popped over to Chinatown in search of a doctor and herbalogist to take a look at me. One of the main goals I had for this Winter Break was to get "rennovated", because I was in need of a bunch of work. I wanted to see a doctor, get a vision exam, possibly see a dentist, the works! Being on the road as much as I am, there just isn't time to take care of everything as I'd like, and compounding this, I live in Spain and am not fluent yet. I wanted to come back to the US and get as much "Liam Maintenance" in as I could. After eating at quite possibly the cheapest dim sum joint in SF, we managed to find the perfect place, which came complete with Dr. Zhang. Mom communicated in Chinese and we learned that Dr. Zhang was born and raised in Shanghai, so we traded stories and also learned he was a licensed doctor in the US, as a gynecologist and OBGYN!
Dr. Zhang surmised that my problems could be food (allergy) and/or stress related, and he prescribed a tea made up of 15 different barks and roots. I must say, I loved how all the ingredients are organized, every little thing tucked away in it's own drawer, in it's own little baggy. If only my flight containers were as neat and tidy (but I'm working on that!)!
I just knew it was going to taste horrible, but as I'm partial to alternative methods, I had a feeling it would work. And it did.
The procedure went something like, boil this dried out swamp for an hour, using five ricebowls worth of water. Then strain out the gunk and drink your tea. Repeat twice daily, and don't drink it all on an empty stomach.
He wasn't kidding on the empty stomach part. This stuff was STRONG! I did try to take some without having a full meal beforehand on one instance, and it made me seriously nauseous.
Not only did it get really thick and nasty by the bottom of the bowl, but there were bits and pieces of twigs and whatnot swirling around. Oh, and it tasted like MUD, worse than dirt!
To top it all off, one night we forgot that we left the pot of bark boiling, and I woke up to find a kitchen filled with smoke and the giant pot ruined. This signalled that it was time to get a new system in place, and we were pleasantly surprised to find we could boil down the mixture using a rice cooker. Much safer, but it didn't help with the taste one bit.
Somewhere along the middle of the week, I was out drinking with my Mom and some friends (scotch, baby!), and we got a phone call from my younger brother, who happened to be flying from Utah to Hawaii. He was stuck at the Oakland airport because he missed his connection. While he tried to find an airline representative who could get him on the right flight back home to Hawaii, we finished up at the Pig and Whistle, on Geary in SF. That's me, along with my best buds, B-rad and J-Boogie, also known as Big Jizzle.
Alright, alright, my Mom happens to be one of my best buds, too!
My brother was having difficulty getting a flight resolution, so our group headed off towards a fantastic little Korean restaurant called RoHan which serves a variety of fusion Korean cuisine, their own kim-chee, and assorted drinks made from Soju, the Korean rice wine which is similar to Sake (no other hard alcohol served here). The food was dynamite, the company was outstanding, and with the exception of my brother's travel woes, the night was going well. RoHan comes recommended, so check it out if you're in the mood for something a little different.
Luck was definitely with my family that night, because my brother ended up being stranded overnight, and the airline put him up in a hotel next to SFO, the San Francisco airport. Not only that, but because my brother had missed his connection, he was re-scheduled with a different flight that would take him directly to Honolulu, instead of flying to Maui and waiting a couple hours before he would complete his journey by going Maui to Honolulu. Score! Just after we had finished dinner, I got the call I'd been hoping for, and immediately jetted down the 101 to pick my brother up and bring him back to the house. I couldn't remember the last time I was with both my mother and brother at the same time, so this reunion was something special. It was pouring cats and dogs, but traffic was light and I grabbed my brother without a hitch. We just about flew back to the house, the rain easing up and letting us get some good speed going.
Man, my brother had grown another inch, filled out some, and was really becoming a man. He's currently got a scholarship to play tennis at BYU, and he just completed his first college semester. I know I'm pretty busy, but with his training regimen, his studies, and trying to keep everything in balance while they're pumping him full of new information and techniques, I know my brother has definitely got a full plate. I know he's doing his best, though, which is exactly what I hope he continues to do when the chips seem like they're down. Right on, Bro!
Luckily for him (again!), Michelle was able to whip up some dinner, which around 3AM must have tasted heavenly for a starving college kid who missed his evening meals!
It was phenomenal to hang out with my Mom and brother, and we relished the time that we were gifted. The only bummer was that my brother had to be at the airport just after dawn, which meant an early morning trip through city traffic to get him there. I tried to stay awake with him through the night, but both my mother and I fell asleep while he watched movies. Nonetheless, it was really something for my mom to be there with her two sons, as all of us are living far away from one another.
Once my brother had taken off to spend his Christmas at home in Hawaii, I was able to spend some quiet days with my mom, and we walked the city, shopped for presents, and had hours of conversation. One afternoon we made it to Eddie Rickenbocker's, a cool pub/restaurant filled with ancient and somewhat restored motorcycles from all makers and eras.
It's literally got Indians, Hendersons, and Harley's, and many, many more marques, hanging from the ceiling, and the burgers are good, too!
One night we caught some impromptu Hula Dancing at a Hawaiian restaurant in Japantown. I couldn't believe it when the waitresses stopped working and started dancing, but it was fabulous and I managed to catch a little of it here. For the life of me, though, I can't remember the name of the place. You'll know it by the Honu (the sea-turtle) on the restaurant's sign outside.
Eventually, my Mom had to get ready to head back home to Hawaii, where she would be spending Christmas with my brother. She decided to make us a farewell dinner, and we opted for a vegetarian meal. We ripped through Chinatown once again, picking up all manner of goodies, and within an hour of getting back to the house, my mom was in the kitchen with Michelle cooking up a storm. It was incredible to see what she could do with some simple, natural ingredients and only a frying pan and a rice cooker. Fortunately, the rice cooker doubled as a pot, once we put it on the stove.
Tofu, Fishcakes, and Veggies everywhere! Simply unbelievable.
And unbelievably delicious!
This first week back in California was huge. I caught up with my friends, my Mom, my brother, and had some fantastic adventures I haven't even gotten into yet. I'm not really sure how to space my postings out, because as you can tell, there are photos galore and a ton of cool happenings to get through. While I was back home, I had to consciously turn my computer off and just start living again. I didn't log onto Skype for three weeks (a personal record, haha), and except for work email, I barely responded to anything unless I felt it was critical. I'm sorry if I didn't reply to anyone's emails, but I've got some time now to sort through everything and I'll get to it sometime this week. What was most important to me was getting healthy and strong again, and that meant almost a complete disconnect from my life here in Europe. It meant time spent solely with my girlfriend, time doing simple things like running errands, and time spent catching up with my core crew back home. Without these people in my life, I wouldn't be able to get by during the race season, I wouldn't be able to stay focussed on the jobs at hand and I wouldn't have the confidence to know that I can continue pushing because I have a solid group of people back home who love and support me. I know I've written about this concept before, that unlike the Europeans I don't get to go home to my friends and loved ones between races and get a soul-recharge. Well, this Christmas I got a massive soul recharge, and I'm so grateful. Not to mention, I got to go riding again! I was lucky enough to be able to eat so much good food, I really didn't take enough photos to do all the meals justice. I watched a couple movies (do not waste your time watching I Am Legend, just go straight to 28 Days Later, and then 28 Weeks Later), I drank a couple gallons of Boba milk tea pearl drinks, and I got to see almost every important person in my life. I slept! My goodness did I sleep. I almost think I slept enough to make up for the closing races in '07, which I was worried we might not make it through. Anyway, this was a bit of a sloppy revisiting of my first week back in the USA, but we'll get into more specific functions and adventures shortly. There are so many things I want to remember always - thanks to you readers for staying with me and seeing it through with me. I never want to forget where I've come from, what I've been through, and I never want to lose sight of where I want to be and how I'm going to get there. Everything I do is thanks to the people around me.
Mom, from the bottom of my heart, thank you and I love you. You are the best!
I'm here in Barcelona, the sun is shining outside on a sleeping city that still hasn't wrestled itself awake at noontime, and I'm reviewing the photos and memories that were created during the most remarkable Christmas I've ever experienced.
The last I wrote, my 32nd birthday had just passed in late November and I was due to work at the Ducati Corse factory for a week before heading to our Team raceshop in Madrid to prep materials for another week. By mid-December I was headed back to the United States for some much needed rest and recuperation. I haven't really gone into any details, but my body was giving me very serious signs that I needed to slow down and back off the throttle a notch. However, I don't understand how to keep from pinning it, and what ensued was a magnificent Winter Break filled with amazing food, fantastic friends, time with my entire family, medicinal (mis)-adventures, a custom engine build-up, Riding, a road-trip, and an abundance of Love. Hundreds of smiles and photos later, I'm sitting at Planet Cafe in Barcelona organizing my thoughts because it's time to get back to writing. It's time to get back to publishing my life while I'm bouncing around the globe on this crazy ride that is my life in MotoGP!