Fear Your Mother

04:30 am. Drowsy. Cold. Wet. Flip but my bed is uncomfortable? Maybe I should roll onto my side – ah, no that is kak as well. There is a stone stabbing into my side, why did I put a stone in my bed? Why is my hair so wet? Why can’t I feel my feet? Geez like this hang over is a shocker – I think I will just go back to sleep.

When I Let Her Go

Up into 3^rd – revs climb from 5000…6000…7000 rpm hold her at 7000 rpm, keep the traction on – balance her out and gently – but confidently – lean into the corner. The road cambers brilliantly to my right, she is humming at 140km/h as the rear tyre makes contact further and further up the curve. At 140 I feel she wants more – I give it to her – nice and smooth I twist open the throttle and shift my balance even deeper into the bend. The bend starts to sharpen – my confidence starts to falter and at 150km/h the side of my right shoe scrapes along the tarmac sending a massive impact-like pulse through Bumblebee – We are in trouble here.