This place never ceases to amaze me. It's ultimately the birthplace of the orange cone. Cones that are used in construction, in autocross, in dmv driving tests and ultimately to direct riders through mysterious corners on their individual quests to win motorcycle races.This race weekend was no different than any other when it comes to the weather though. It was hot, windy, yes, very windy, hot, hot and hot. This year, there was a marked improvement in the quality and helpfulness of the track security. In years gone by it hasn't been the friendliest of places to try and work, but it did appear to me that track security and the fire marshals were very amenable, as always the track workers are some of the friendliest you'll meet and the media hospitality is good. The only problem I have with Fontana is pounding on concrete all weekend. By Sunday, my feet are reduced to just throbbing, and the final boot removal in the media parking lot, prior to dropping off the rental car and heading up the coast by plane to home, is one of the most painful, pleasurable experiences that happens over the entire weekend. Fresh air between the toes. Bliss. My sandals feel like I'm having a foot massage. It was also a joy to have my wife Emily with me again.
On a separate note, a big huge pat on the back to Michael Beck who raced at Monza this past weekend and finished 15th in the second race on Sunday and grabbed his first point in World Superbike. Made more impressive by the fact that he was at a track he had never ridden at..Good stuff. See you all in a couple of days.