Custom built motorcycles reaching speeds of 175mph.
Monterey Bay. Laguna Seca. My first ever races. In love.
My stepfather, Jose, has owned a Ducati for years and years. He’s got a little “club” of guys he’s gone riding with, up and down the coast of California, and all around the country, really, for many, many years. With the (wonderful) addition of him to our family in the past few years, my mother and I have gotten introduced to all sorts of new adventures. The Moto Grand Prix at Laguna Seca is one of them. I think I am hooked.
I love how I keep feeling the need to justify myself– I am NOT usually into sports. I have absolutely NO athletic ability at ALL! Every single family member of mine is excellent and brilliantly competitive at sports. I am the art student who can trip over her own feet on a flat surface. Barefoot. So WHY on earth do I keep finding myself swooning over these sports? First it was rugby. Now, it’s sport bike racing.
So this guy is #46, Valentino Rossi. He’s been declared pretty much the best Grand Prix racer ever to have lived. He’s young. Italian. One of the highest paid athletes in the world. In the above photo, he was going about 150mph, or faster. As they go around the turns, they drag their knee on the pavement, that’s how far the lean their bike over. (Am I really questioning why I find this intriguing?)
Yesterday was the qualifying round. Today is the big race. I am so looking forward to watching this guy with 140,000 of my closest friends. I’m sure there will be more photos tomorrow. I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat!