You know, it’s really tough to write about a race weekend that you've been spending the last 48 hours trying to forget.  Reno was possibly the most money I've ever spent to watch at a race. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sitting back and watching a good race, just not when I'm supposed to be in it.

Maybe I should have taken it as a sign when the travel plans started to fall apart at the last minute, but after the podium in Albany nothing short of a global meltdown was gonna keep me from Reno . After a dozen or so phone calls and trying to convince local friends that a 40 hour road trip in two and a half days would be "fun" we decided to disassemble my RMZ450 and ship it Fed-ex. It actually worked out ok. Chester (being older and wiser obviously) decided to head south for the mini-o's. Last I heard he's been running up front.

The racing for me this weekend started off bad on Friday in a daytime qualifier when another one of those "runaway rookies" landed directly into the side of me entering a corner and put a nasty cut on my clutch finger. Just to clarify, we were running 1st and 2nd and the top 3 riders qualified. Sounds like a perfect opportunity for a kamikaze take out. Maybe he thought the dash for cash had made a return. Who knows?! Later, in a heat race, my situation got worse when I came up short on a triple and jammed my wrists. Saturday was more of the same; I've actually blocked it all out of my memory except for a reoccurring dream about Metz turning left in the rhythm section.

I do want to say thanks to the AX crew, Junior, Team Faith, Mike, and everybody that helped me get through the weekend.