This post is where the mournful "We're missing MotoGP but it's for the best" post should rightfully go. But there is no post to be had about that and I'm trying to figure out why.
See, way back last August we found the inn we've been using for years-long before GP- was entirely sold out. Hrrrm. Wonder which team nabbed it. If I were a star-gazer, I'd totally stalk the Martine Inn just in case it's one of the big gun teams. But I'm not. And at the time I was royally miffed that every other B&B and hotel I checked was empty. Particularly since we'd only been there a few weeks ago. They could have warned us.
I did what I always do in such situations, which is grumble and make alternate arrangements. I was just about to make payment on a room at the Seven Gables when I let Tony know what was going on. Heck, it was supposed to be nicer anyway and with the GP event rates every room in Monterey is the same price... outrageous.
That's when Tony shocked me by saying we should just skip it in '07. Wowsers! I could hardly believe it. In fact, I didn't and pointed out that I didn't. But he was adamant. I saw the dark clouds on the horizon but figured it really was his call since he was the much bigger race fan. If Tony could go without GP for a year, certainly I could as well.
But, of course, he couldn't.
In March I was out having coffee when I discovered though a quick IM that Tony seemed to have been mugged in an alleyway and, when he came to, he was holding a credit card receipt and tickets for the Sunday races. As soon as I cleaned up the coffee, I went immediately into a little told-you-so routine that lasted several weeks before life went on as usual.
This past Sunday was my turn.
I'm not entirely sure what happened. One minute, I'm thinking that it might be a good idea to see if *maybe* there's anything down there for this Sunday night, since we go out with our Ducatisti friends after the races that night and it was looking like an eighteen hour day for the Myles-Delaney Clan. The next, we've got weekend tickets and a room right in the middle of Cannery Row. Sometimes I wish my impulse purchases were more like everyone else's- candy bars and magazines have got to be easier weaknesses to cope with. What the heck was I thinking? We're stuck right in the thick of the maddening crowds, the unwashed masses. (And if you've ever been to a race, you know no matter how clean you are at 7am, you're going to be ugly by 5.) We're going to get ZERO sleep from the noise, I just know it. On top of that, I'm completely unprepared and the bike *still* doesn't have its windshield on or even a replacement seat. And an O ring fell off the rear tire valve stem today. Sigh. Oh yeah, and I'm already fretting another parking fiasco at Wolf Hill. I haven't been riding enough to be comfortable bopping through a field all weekend...
But it's not all bad, I guess. I can still say this is all Tony's fault because he couldn't miss a race weekend. I can't wait to see what happens next year when there's one down in Monterey AND one in Indianapolis. I don't think I'm riding to that one. At least, not without a better seat. And probably a new tire valve.
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