06/01/2026
MotoAmerica weekends are funny.
Friday and Saturday gave me a few keepers. Sunday gave me the weekend.
A dead charger, a delayed package, a Dell docking station pretending to be a Canon charger, and a fuel tank running mostly on hope and momentum weren't exactly part of the plan.
But neither were the wispy clouds, cool breeze, and riders flowing through Turn 6 and Turn 7 in morning warmup.
Sometimes the best photos don't happen during the race.
Sometimes they happen when the riders are at 7/10ths, the light is soft, and everyone is just finding a rhythm.
Sunday felt lighter.
Sunday felt like me.
