It was Chris on his freshly painted K-1000 BMW . With a piercing whistle and flailing of arms, we got his attention and he pulled to the side . We would all later return to downtown for merry-making which lasted late into the evening. In short order we were marching through the turnstiles, first stop, t-shirt stand. Shirts for wife, kids, sister, friends, not to mention ourselves, and soon we were both toting cumbrous plastic bags which would be at our side the rest of the day.
Experience dictates that by races end, the only thing left is a pink moto-cross shirt in small.
We didn't dare show up back home empty-handed. I'm the caliber of photographer who usually gets about 2-3 good pictures from a roll of 24, and there was just so much to see. I don't think we sat down for more than 10 minutes at a time all day. The track layout was such that you could wander about and get to just about any point along the circuit. The course was made up of both tight city-like situations, to wide open sweepers with elevation changes nearly as radical as Laguna Seca.