Well I went to the biggest race in North America since 1994 and what did I do? I left my digital camera battery in its charger at home. I had to buy one of those cheesy plastic cameras that use film. Film, they still use that stuff? I have to wait a day or two for the photos and who knows how they're going to turn out. Hopefully, I will have something nice to show you by the end of the week.

I wouldn't say it was the greatest weekend we ever spent at Laguna Seca, but I'll say it was interesting. In case you don't know, we make a yearly treck via motorcycle from L.A. to the Monterey Peninsula to see some kick-ass bike racing. This year promised to be extra special because it was the return of the MotoGP after an 11 year absence. MotoGP being the Grand Prix of bikes—the creme de la creme—million dollar motorcycles—VIP's everywhere including Brad Pitt.

Frankly, I thought the race was a bit boring. I kept waiting for the last minute "move in for the kill" moment from the greatest racer ever, Valentino Rossi. But it didn't happen. It was nice that American Nicky Hayden won his first GP on home soil, but honestly is nice an adjective you want to use when describing MotoGP. Oh yeah, it was a very nice race.

On return we experienced a flat tire approximately a hundred miles away from home. Luckily, it was not on a busy freeway, but on a quiet highway with a wide shoulder. Andrew managed to patch up the offending blemish and we made it home safely. I remained very still and I think I held my breath for entire ride home.