This past weekend, the Motorcycle.com staff participated in our third UMRA 24 hour endurance race, which you’ll get to read about in the near future. However, my experience of the weekend got me to thinking about how life can interfere with motorcycling. I can say that I happily missed three-fourths of the 24 hours to have some special time with my youngest daughter, driving her to Las Vegas so she could participate in a gymnastics meet. Because of the confluence with high school homecoming, my wife would stay behind to handle our teenager’s dance prep needs, which gave me two full days alone with my youngest only a few short years before she too becomes a teenager and I turn into an idiot. With this special trip planned, missing the 24 hour race didn’t seem that onerous. Back in my younger, single days, the rules were much simpler. I worked all week, and when the weekend came, I rode my motorcycle as much as I could. Often, both Saturday and Sunday were devoted to nothing but
Five laps into the present Australian Grand Prix, four of the best riders on the planet had moved toward becoming observers. The buildup of this bloodletting created an unusual best ten, headed by Maverick Viñales on the plant Yamaha, splitting a non-win streak for the brand reaching out back to Assen 2017. Alvaro Bautista completed fourth on Jorge Lorenzo's Ducati GP18. Indeed, even Bradley Smith showed up. All things considered, a mell of a hess. Thinking back to the '60s there was a television class known as the "military comic drama," Hogan's Saints being the main that rings a bell. In a significant number of these shows, ten men, typically American and English detainees, would be requested to remain on a line. The funny protect ("I know NUT-TINK!") would request a volunteer, and promptly nine of the men would make a stride in reverse. Presto, a volunteer. These were the musings experiencing my psyche as Franco Morbidelli was being requested tha