The Laguna Seca Pilgrimage: 2012

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“We’re gonna ride up to Laguna on Friday,” I shouted out of my helmet. Some guy named Sean that I’d met once and his girlfriend Tammy had run out of gas on their MV Agusta and I’d stopped to see if they needed help. “No highways after Ojai, just canyons the whole way. It’s like a 12 hour day, text Sean Smith.”

“Did you invite that Sean guy on the Laguna ride?!” texted Sean Smith shortly after. “WTF?”

Photos: Ashlee Goodwin

Top (from left): Sean Smith, me, Adey, Sean Matic, Cody, Ashlee.

Sean Smith and I are pretty careful about who we ride with. So far, the trip was going to be him, me and Ashlee on an Aprilia RSV4 and a Triumph Tiger Explorer. Adey was talking about joining us on the way back and our buddy Cody was sniffing around too. That’s four riders and a passenger used to using their bikes at their limits, all day long, without crashing, getting pulled over, breaking down or bitching. We ride in full safety gear, know how to work on our bikes and have ridden together a bunch, so I’m secure in the knowledge Sean’s not going to take me out if he comes up the inside with his knee on the ground and he’s safe in the knowledge that I haven’t killed his girlfriend if he gets ahead and doesn’t see me for a few miles.

Ashlee rode on the back of the Tiger and snapped pics along the way. Well, when the Tiger could keep the rest of the bikes in view that is.

Most other riders don’t seem to get that, while riding is something you should be super serious about, it’s not something you need to be super aggressive about. There’s no space on our rides for anyone with anything to prove.

All I ever wanted to do with my life was do fun shit and then write about it. But, in order to make that financially sustainable, I’ve had to figure out how to be an entrepreneur too. Well, I’m still figuring that out and wearing that hat stresses me the fuck out. My involvement with planning the trip extended to booking the bikes (at the last second, mind), getting us all press passes, conning a fancy hotel room out of Red Bull and very little else. Sean Smith was figuring out the rest, so it fell to him to try and talk Sean Matic out of coming with us.

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Cut to Thursday night and I was over at Sean and Ashlee’s to spend the night ahead of a very early start. Figured we could get the bikes adjusted, set up and packed, then hit the road at 6am. Well, that was the idea anyways. We mostly hung out, listened to music and went to bed way too late with none of the above done. At some point, it became evident that Sean Matic wasn’t giving up either, but we just left that until the morning.

I’m woken by a general shuffling and clanking from the kitchen and look at my phone. 7am. Damnit. The early start turned into coffee, breakfast, packing and texting Sean Matic. Turns out he had one less liter of oil than he needed to complete the oil change on his Brutale, so was planning to just let us do the ride alone while he drove his car to Pro Italia, bought the oil and drove home. That must have sounded painful to Sean Smith, who dug around in his closet, came out with a liter of the right type and told Sean Matic we were on the way.

I’m not a morning person and was being a grumpy bastard. It might be the weekend for us, but it’s not for the rest of LA, so there’s traffic. The point of getting up early was to miss all that. And the Tiger Explorer? It’s wider than a Goldwing when it’s wearing its stock bags (we compared them side to side). I make Sean ride it to the other Sean’s place while I take off on the RSV4. 20 minutes later and most of my fears are relieved. Sean Matic’s waiting out front in the world’s best fitting Dainese one-piece, brand new Sidis and his bike’s packed and ready to go with just a tank bag and tail pack. Whatever remaining fears we had were alleviated when he passed both Sean Smith and I later that day, on 58, knee on the ground and totally in control of his bike. Guess that’s one more for the club.

The ride up didn’t really turn out to be the epic experience we’d promised ourselves. It was Sean Smith’s first long ride post that whole six broken bones and a pulverized thumb thing and the back tire on the RSV4 decided to spend the latter half of the day throwing tire plugs out. Good roads, but the day just turned out to be long, hot and arduous. I spent most of it on the 1,200cc Triumph with three hard bags and Ashlee on the back. Its pegs go down smoothly, without upsetting the bike at all, but also very, very early, so I just cruised. Still, cruising through central California’s desolate beauty is pretty life affirming.

Why can’t all motorcyclists be as safe and responsible as Adey? Seriously.

We arrived at The Clement sweaty and tired. MotoGP is Laguna Seca’s biggest event, so every hotel for 20 miles around sells out entirely, months before disorganized people like us decide to come. Red Bull had a single room for me, and my plan was that I’d give Sean and Ashlee the bed and I’d just sleep on the floor. I think the dude at check-in sorta caught on to what we were doing, because as soon as we’d gotten into the room and unpacked, he called up to say he’d arranged for us to swap with another guest who didn’t need a two-bed room. Great, now we had room for Adey and Sean Matic to crash too. I was still on the floor.

This was the first time Red Bull’s hosted me at an event and that’s obviously not the kind of relationship I want to screw up. I gingerly try and feel out how cool they’re going to be about me having a crew of friends along, but it’s quickly evident it doesn’t matter. Sean Smith sits across from the marketing dude at dinner and tells him catheter stories while he tries to eat. I’m busy playing the knifey game (like in Alien) with The Peter Ha from TechCrunch, at least until the bartender cuts me off.

Saturday morning, the idea is to make it to the track in time to watch MotoGP practice and make it to Brammo hospitality to hang out with our friend Matt Stutzman in time to watch the TTXGP bikes whir around. We eventually roll in as GP practice is ending and are immediately accosted by Gabrielle from Alpinestars, who drags us into his big tent so we can check out the TechAir technicians in action. They were busy too, mostly trying to keep Ben Spies in suits through his crash prone weekend. An on-site technician works on swapping out the in-hump units and their two cold-gas generators while a master seamstress sits behind him, making repairs to the suits themselves. Handling the suits Ben actually races in, it’s apparent that while the airbags and electrics and whatnot are identical to the production TechAir, the suit itself is drastically different, made from a thinner, higher-quality leather that’s more heavily perforated (one of my issues with the production suit) and is even constructed differently. Neoprene cuffs at the end of the sleeves hook over Ben’s thumbs to hold the sleeves down, there’s no such thing on the suit they’re selling to the public. The weight is also strikingly different. Based on the sturdy Race Replica suit, TechAir is one of the heaviest I’ve worn, but Ben’s feels to be approximately the same weight as my all-Kangaroo, 11lbs custom Icon one-piece.

The other oddity in the Astars tech department is a set of leathers that look a lot like Jorge Lorenzo’s and wear his number 11, but are covered in a black snakeskin print. Turns out he was trying to call himself “Black Mamba” that weekend, a fact glossed over or ignored by most media. I tried to convince 6’ 3”, Trinidadian fitness model Adey to tell the 5’ 6” Spaniard why “Black Mamba” might be an inappropriate nickname, but Adey balks at the idea of comparing penis sizes with a MotoGP Champion.

Noted leather fetishists Adey and Sean Matic.

Next stop was Brammo hospitality. They’d splashed out on the suite below Honda’s very private corporate suite, the one where only top execs and their guests are allowed. Brammo made us feel at home though, so we invited all our friends that were there this weekend and put a sizable dent in the electric company’s supply of microbrews.

From there, we watched a bunch of AMA types run around the track. I was able to pick out a handful of riders like Suzuki’s Blake Young, largely because I’d been out on track with them at various points in the past, but couldn’t really follow proceedings otherwise. Laguna only has, by my count anyways, three JumboTrons, none of which can be seen from anywhere I’ve ever sat and the announcers on the loudspeakers are big on listing corporate sponsors and light on telling you anything of substance. If you want to learn how to make motorcycle racing boring, this would be a good place to start. Ashlee and I actually made plans to take over the announcer’s booth using hostile force, but cooler minds prevailed.

So we take off wandering, trying to find our all old friends and make new ones. Much more than just a race, Laguna MotoGP is probably the biggest consumer-facing motorcycle event in America, so all sorts of companies — from Cleveland CycleWerks to Nexx Helmets — are there. If you’ve spent any time in bikes, you’ll see pretty much everyone you know, and we did too.

At 5pm, we had 10 minutes with Cal Crutchlow. On the way to the Tech3 garage, we ran into Johnny5, who told us to ask Cal if his cockiness was causing problems. That was my first question, which evidently rubbed Cal the wrong way. He tried to call Johnny so he could tell him “you’re a cunt,” but he didn’t pick up, so he just set about making me feel like one instead. I tried to lighten things up by telling him we have a mutual friend — Jamie — but that didn’t really seem to work. Sean dropped his phone off his bike on the way home, destroying the interview. There wasn’t anything of substance in it anyway, just the general racer nonsense and the general racer lack of insight, just served with a completely unhealthy dose of attitude. I was going to run the interview under the headline “Cal Cruthlow says ‘fuck you’” but who cares. Oh, and he heavily implied that Adey didn’t know how to ride “a motorbike,” which was at least funny for Sean and I. The foreign PR girl just cringed in the corner.

That night, we were sick of all the flat billers, so decided to skip Red Bull’s free bar and just try and get all our friends to meet us at a random dive bar Google told us about named Segovia’s. It was shitty as promised, but quickly filled up with everyone from MotorTrend’s Ed Loh to Mazda PR people to Marc from BRD to Barry, Mozilla’s “Creative Instigator.” The Red Bull staff came too, turns out their distaste for the XTREME!!! types is only matched by our own. At some point in the evening, Troy from asked what I was doing at the insiders’ party. He was a little surprised to hear that we’d organized it.

“All we asked was that you not embarrass us,” a Red Bull rep admonished at one point.

On race day, we had our system down. Stashed all the riding gear at Brammo’s suite, drank a few of their beers, invited our friends up, then started watching the racing. I was stunned by how much slower the CRT bikes are than the factory prototypes. We could see the speed indicator on the Start/Finish bridge and the CRT bikes were topping out at like 152mph while the factory Hondas were hitting 165. It’s an even drag race to that top speed out of T11, so that’s just an enormous gap.

Invited Harlan and the guys from Hollywood Electrics to watch the TTXGP race from Brammo with us, then realized I hadn’t shown my face in the Red Bull Energy Center yet. Towering like a castle over T1, the Energy Center is THE place to see and be seen while watching the race. Tammy had bought Sean Matic a pass for his birthday this year, that’s a really big present.

The view up there is unmatched, you can see the entire track except for the back section from 6 through The Corkscrew. But, with bad house music blaring, a bunch of pretentious Euros strutting about and people fighting for real estate at the viewing wall, it’s just too damn stressful and fancy for me. I wandered back to Brammo for the race, then spotted my friend Cody walking upstairs to Honda, so tagged along with him. After nearly getting kicked out by a bouncer, I watched the end of the race with Honda head honcho Ray Blank. His team won, but he described the race as “clinical.” Yeah, I didn’t really follow much of it either.

Adey taking in the view from Brammo hospitality.

Ray also gave me the lowdown on the new NC700X (we’re riding it on Wednesday). Riding an early development prototype a while back, he said he was shocked and disappointed by how low-revving the engine is. It’s basically half a Honda Fit motor. Well, he was disappointed until they told him it gets 70mpg+, which is equivalent to the CBR250R, just with enough power to haul people, luggage and blast through cars on the highway. I’m looking forward to riding it now.

Thor from Portland’s See See Motorcycles called to say he was there shortly after, but had drunk all his beer by the time I walked all the way to T5 to see him. He handed me a shirt, we peed on a fence, and he took off to drive from there to LA, then back to Portland all in something like three days.

THE big event at Laguna is the after party Red Bull throws for the athletes on Sunday night. Adey wanted to pick up women, so I told him that if all he would say was, “yo,” I’d handle the rest for him. Something he immediately put to the test with some dumb blonde in one of those dresses that are so tight you can tell what brand of underwear they aren’t wearing. I have a really hard time with dumb girls. Choose better next time Adey.

After an hour or so of standing around, listening to bad white guy rap, everyone wandered home while I stayed and got chatting with Alex from Monster and my old buddy Kat from RevZilla. Alex was showing off pictures of his hot, bike-riding wife and then asked what kind of women I’m into. “Well, right now I’m into an older woman,” I told him, which he took to mean that I wanted to meet an older woman. So he looks over his shoulder and shouts hey [name redacted], come meet Wes. Turns out [name redacted] is [famous racer]’s mom. I thought that was pretty interesting and didn’t say no when [name redacted] invited me to come sit with hang with all the racers. She introduce me as “Wes who writes for Wired and GQ,” which seemed to drop their guard, since I wasn’t a bike guy.

At this point, the Red Bull rep looks over, sees where I am and give me an unspoken, “Remember that don’t embarrass me talk???” look.

At this point, I realize I’m sitting next to Cal, who’s suddenly all sheepish. “Sorry about yesterday” he mutters and I say no worries, asking him what he’s doing between now and Indy. Turns out he plans to spend a couple weeks in LA, so I tell him to give me his number and we’ll get together with Jamie for a beer. I get the whole, “I’m a famous person and you’re not, I clearly can’t give you my phone number” thing, so tell him he’s a wanker and walk outside to see what [name redacted] is doing. She’s with Josh Herrin and Tommy Hayden and about a dozen other racers that have decided to wander around Monterrey and see what trouble they can get into. It’s Monterrey on Monday morning at 2am, so that trouble doesn’t amount to much.

Sean Smith texts at this point to make sure I’m not in jail. “I’m not” I reply. “Hear all that noise outside the hotel? That’s us.”

All the racers at staying down at the Embassy Suites 5 miles away, so I call them three taxis, make sure they get in, then wander upstairs to go to bed. Sean and Ashlee are all snuggled up in one bed, Sean Matic and Adey are spooning in the other, so I steal their comforter and go to sleep on a floor in a corner where none of them will step on me in the middle of the night.

The next morning, Cody meets all of us at some hippie breakfast joint called “New Awakenings” that Ashlee picked out. A chorizo omlette, about four cups of coffee and a big OJ work wonders for my hangover and, after much delay searching for better tire plugs and reconnecting Sean Matic with the MV he left on the other side of town, we finally get on the road. Because we’re starting late, the plan is to just cruise down PCH through Big Sur, then hop on the highway and head home. Everyone seems pretty eager to ride though, pulling wheelies and passing cars before we’re even out of town. I’m on the RSV4, so once the corners hit, I start to pick up the pace. Growing up some place where passing a car isn’t considered dangerous, I take the lead and tow Sean Matic and Adey on his R1 through 30 miles of tight coastal curves. PCH is nearly always crowded with cars and bikes, especially the day after MotoGP, so any sort of pace requires pretty much constant passing. The cars are no trouble, but the packs of “motorcyclists” riding like retards throw up some obstacles, they never look in their mirrors and are scarcely capable controlling their bikes on a straight road, much less one like this, so are ridiculously unpredictable and dangerous.

It becomes obvious that the three of us are on a mission for some good riding though, so we just carve through everyone in corners, on straights, around the outside and up the inside. My conscious is screaming at me to take it easy, that we’re going to make one of these numpties crash, but sometimes what’s important is just getting to ride your bike how you want to on a road like this.

Pulling into the gas station at the end, we’re met with a 50/50 mix of anger or amazement by the bikes that trickle in after. Half are “how dare you?” The others are “how can I learn to do that?” We meet some HFL readers and they take pictures of our bikes with their phones.

Later that day, we’re racing up Highway 46 when we pass a CHP officer coming the other way. Cody was in the back and said he was at 145 when he saw the cop. That cop pulls over and makes as if to turn around, but by that point, all of us are back to 55mph. See why we’re so picky with who we ride with? The cop didn’t bother.

The ride from LA to Laguna and back is probably one of the best in the world. There’s no more varied landscapes or better roads anywhere in the world. Even if going there in person means you can’t follow the actual racing, the spectacle and sound and the whole circus of MotoGP makes our yearly trip worthwhile too. We’ll be doing this ride for years to come. You should do it too and, if I see you up there, I’ll buy you a beer.

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  • James

    Someone please photoshop that first photo and put a giant robot in the background.

    • dux [87 CBR600, 95 XR600R]

      I vote for Godzilla

    • wwalkersd

      OMG! The whole bunch has been turned into the black Power Ranger!

      [gear good. All-black, too damn hot for me, and I'm referring to the inside, not the outside]

      • pinkyracer

        sadly, Schoeller has a textile treatment they call “Cold Black” which you won’t find on any gear because they’ll only do it for like 5,000 yard minimums, AND most motorcyclists are too skint to pay the premium for Schoeller textile gear as opposed to the cheaper Koch-industries owned Cordura. I say we break into the Schoeller mills, steal their Cold Black stuff and slather it all over everything we own. They won’t even give me sample yardage of it to see if it really works. But they say…it deflects heat. On black. so awesome.

        • wwalkersd

          Doesn’t the Aerostich Transit leather suit have some kind of anti-heat coating? I seem to recall BMW having something similar on one or two of their suits in recent years, too. Sounds like a good thing, at least for style.

          I’ll take visibility over style, myself. I haven’t been able to bring myself to wear high-viz yellow yet, but I do go for lighter colors, both for lower heat absorption and visibility.

          Yeah, I’m old. Get over it.

          • Susanna Schick

            that’s why I like to rock neon pink, or white. Loud pipes don’t save lives, loud colors do.

    • paulo
  • Jon B.

    That first photo is so very Armageddon (the movie).

  • Phong

    First post was oh so funny!!!

  • KP

    Great story, seemed less douchey than your normal accounts. I’ll take you up on the beer sometime if you don’t make me crash on your way past me.

  • adeysworld

    Best bike-trip ever. Looking forward to more. Next time arrange for more beds. And for the record…Sean Matic slept in that sofia chair.

    • Wes Siler

      I’m pretty sure I saw spooning.

      • adeysworld

        Yeh we all know what you see when your eye lids shade the light.

      • Sean Smith

        I saw a drunk guy stumble in and grab a quilt.

    • Tony

      You’re welcome. TS

  • Dylan

    Lorenzo’s number is 99 isn’t it? Not 11

    And riding to moto gp is awesome. Nothing like riding to somewhere that everyone is interested in riding

    • ~RUSH~

      Spies is 11.

  • Steven

    Monterey with one R. NorCal, not Mexico!

  • CG

    I note the trick is to have friends in important places. Back in ’75-’76 I went down from Seattle to LS and back over a weekend, but frankly. amongst sleep deprivation, drugs and beer remember virtually nothing. Went down last year on the CBR (I am that old and stupid), and the place was ok, and on a bike ingress and egress were fairly easy. Other than the wonders of Hwy 1 from Sausilto to Garbering I don’t think I’ll bother with the ride again. At least as a lowly paying spectator sitting in the dirt. I do admire the folks that bike and camp at the track. They are the real troopers.

  • Rick

    The stare-down is hilarous: Death Ray versus deer-in-the-headlights.


  • NewOldSchool

    Did this trip last year with the girlfreak. I wholeheartedly agree with the life affirmyness of Nor/Central California back roads and a group of friends.

    @ Wes, can I have your number?

  • Gene

    “trying to keep Ben Spies in suits” and swingarms! (I’m never letting Yamaha live that one down, it ranks right up their with the BMW with flames coming out of the final drive)

    • pinkyracer

      dude, seriously. I’m a Yamaha girl because I got sick of weird shit breaking on my Ducati.

      I think that was the M1 protesting. She’d had enough of his cold heart and couldn’t take another minute of the heavy burden of trying to maintain the relationship all by herself. Especially having heard rumors that her one true love was missing her and dreaming of riding her again…

      • Mr.Paynter


  • Martin

    Will there be a write-up on your NC700X ride?

    • Wes Siler

      We write up everything like that, it’s our job.

      • 2ndderivative

        If you could rustle up a Ninja 650 to compare it with I’d be tremendously happy.

        • Sean Smith

          The Ninja 650 is a million and nine times faster. It doesn’t have bags. It corners real nice. If you opt for it in Versys flavor, it tours real nice and can even deal with the odd fire road. In ER-6n flavor, it gets taller bars. It definitely doesn’t get 70mpg. It feels sporty and engaging, and fun as hell to ride. It does it all, and pretty damn well. Kawasaki’s take on the SV650 without V-twin vibes.

          By contrast, the NC700 has a laser focus on it’s singular mission: practical motorcycle transportation at the lowest possible cost. 6000 rpm rev limit, motor architecture shared with the Fit, plush suspension, tall screen, hard bags and 70mpg.

    • Dani Peral

      The NC700S and X have been in the market here for some months…they are really great bikes designed for utility and running economy…manteinance is every 15.000km (same as a car, as they have a car engine cut by half), and fuel economy is great, i have heard you can get below 4L/100km. Engine cuts rpm at 6000 or so (remember it is half a car engine), but it still can easily make 200kmh. Plus, the NC700S basic version (without abs or dct) costs 5.550eur. Thats only 1500eur more than a basic honda cbr250r, and 1500eur less than a kawasaki er6-n

      • Gene

        Yeah, but if I wanted to drive half a car, I’d buy a GM product…

  • Glenngineer

    Your life is immeasurably better than mine.

    “Why can’t all motorcyclists be as safe and responsible as Adey? Seriously.”

    Brosef has no mirrors.

  • JC

    This is what it’s all about

  • MV

    Alex’s wife is hot.

    • Mr. Hooboro

      he sounds like a excellent wingman as well.

  • RT Moto


  • Ax

    Awesome writeup and pics. Needed a proofreader, though.

  • pinkyracer

    it was indeed an awesome weekend! so glad you stuck around for the after-party for a change! next year I’ll ride there again. It felt so weird to trailer the bike there, but I’m still not strong enough for a 400 mile canyon-carving day.

    but dude, please don’t post maps of my favorite road. I’d like to keep that one a secret. So secret I won’t even name it here.

    I totally could’ve vouched for Sean M, we did a trackday together at Laguna, he knows how to ride.

    • Sean MacDonald (the other Sean)

      too many seans

      • Sean

        There can never be too many seans.

        • mugget

          There’s not too many Seans, if you’ve got a Shaun…

          • Sean Smith

            Wait, you’re not one too, are you?

  • Coreyvwc

    I can’t even begin to get into how amazing my trip up from San Diego was this year. I was lucky enough to stretch it out to an epic 6 day camping adventure all over central CAL (one day at laguna is more than enough). Although you guys are some crazy S.O.B.’s for doing all that in such a short amount of time… Until next year!

  • Sean Matic

    Great write up Wes, reading it felt like actually being there… Hey wait a second….

    Awesome time, awesome roads, awesome trip. Thanks for the props y’all, I think I’m blushing under my AGV.

    Wes, I think the word “not” was omitted in a critical location.

    And no I don’t recall any spooning…

  • octopodes

    I found some grammatical errors in your article. And I don’t give an ounce of shit, because it’s the continuation of the best motorcycle content on the whole internets.

    Keep up the good work, and doing exactly what you want to do, when you want to do it.

    It’s inspiring and wonderful see humans like you exist.

  • msaul

    …while riding is something you should be super serious about, it’s not something you need to be super aggressive about. There’s no space on our rides for anyone with anything to prove.

    - well said

  • Ben W

    Great article… and now time to give Adey some flack. The way the suit makes a crazy crotch “V” is amazingly burlesque. I salute your security, sir, at the same time that I chuckle.

    Granted, since you could hop on a 250 and outride me on anything, I suppose you get the last laugh. Bastard.

  • Andy Gregory

    Good fun hanging out with all of you guys there. Brammo was definitely hospitable. I enjoyed reading your take on the whole experience and your ride home.

    My buddies and I ended up taking 10 days and 2700 miles for our Laguna Pilgrimage from Seattle this year, mostly inland this time. Mt. St. Helens area, then Central OR, then Tahoe through Yosemite by traversing Ebbetts, Sonora, and Tioga Passes. Camped on Fox Hill near T5 at the track as we always do, then made our way home via a combo of 101/5/a few excellent detours. Always an awesome time.

  • Mark D [EX500]

    Great trip diary. Reminds me I need more of my friends to start riding…3 car + 1 bike road trips are getting old.

  • Steve

    Have made the trip since MotoGP 1 except last 2. Some one word advice should you lose your taste for insider corporate posers, eurocunts and stupid bimbos in tight camel toe pants. The Corkscrew. THE place to watch the actual race. Sit on dirt under trees on a slope with true believers and witness some incredible shit! Gasp in unison, then scream approval. The riders know and usually stop at the Screw to wave their hard won flag to the fanatical following. When Nicky won the first one he stopped their with his flag, bowed to the hysterical crowd, and then offered up all his remaining rear tire rubber to the gods of speed. We fucking wept.
    Also the inland routes home can be spectacular if you do some mapwork.

  • Hap

    What’s the gear you were using?

    • Wes Siler

      It’s my old Astars 365 suit. Wonderful, wonderful stuff, but they don’t make it anymore. The Aerostich Transit suit is similar though:

      Wish I’d had kneepucks on that ride, but all-day comfort in all weathers made up for it.

  • the_doctor

    Crutchlow sound even more awesome than before!

  • WhoDey

    made similar pilgramage to laguna from LA for my first time @ laguna moto gp…sadly it was in a rented mazda 3. Believe I saw you guys coming back into LA on Mon night. Only reason I remember is because I didn’t see more than a handful of rsv4 the entire weekend at laguna which I thought was surprising and the all black gear on the 2 or 3 riders.

  • Tyler

    Crutchlow sounds like a real treat to interview =S

  • muckluck

    So if the NC700 is half of a honda Fit motor does that mean no valve adjustments?

    • Sean Smith

      That’s the idea.

  • mugget

    Nice writeup. Let’s me vicariously enjoy the whole Laguna GP experience.

  • Brad

    Back when it was WSB, a buddy and I used to do nearly the exact same ride. I miss the ride. But, a few years back I realized it was a very expensive weekend, and that the racing (especially compared to WSB) sucked.

    We had the same issue with newbies wanting to tag along. The best story was the fellow who really wanted to prove himself – drafted by both of us on Hwy 58 on an arrow-straight, ten mile long section. It’s preceded and followed by mirror image 15MPH corners. And believe me when I say They Are 15 MPH Corners. My pal and I sat up, on the brakes, and Hero sailed right past us at 100+. Fortunately, there was no oncoming traffic, because by the time he realized his mistake, it took him all of the road on the exit, plus a little, to get slowed down. Oh, and this was AFTER we’d warned him about the corner at the end.

    • Susanna Schick

      wow! I had a friend on a Ducati miss that same corner. The one by the school, with the water tower dead ahead? Lucky for him, he wasn’t injured in the crash (target fixated too) and we’d just passed a truck with some room who was also heading to the track. And don’t forget the whoopses that need to be hit below 120 if you don’t want to catch air. I keep forgetting which one…

  • Matt

    Question from the group photo:

    I see 3 Sena helmet radios and one that I don’t recognize. How do you like the them? Is there a review in the works?

  • 10/10ths

    Where do I start?

    As an ex-journalist, I enjoyed your writing and photography and overall story telling acumen.

    As a current automotive technical trainer who deals with life on the corporate side of the auto industry, I enjoyed the insight into the whole corporate Mad Men, hospitality tent, “don’t act a fool”, insight into your talking your way into the event and being on the inside on the sly.

    As a motorcyclist, I love your sensibilities about riding.

    As an old, bald, married, fat guy, I hate you all.

    Keep it up.

    You have THE most entertaining site on the planet and I look forward to reading and watching your work every single day.

    You also give me hope that the “Millennial” generation is not a lost cause.

    I have been in marketing meetings where they share research that indicates the Gen Y folks want nothing to do with cars or motorcycles and just want to hang out on Facebook 24/7/365.

    You give me hope.


  • Emmet

    how does one stay cool in traffic wearing leather, head-to-toe?

    • Wes Siler

      By lane splitting.