Laguna Seca 2000

Laguna Seca	2000

There he is, Miss America. Oops, wrong contest. Make that Captain America.

Ben's threads when he's chillin' with the boys. Check out Eric giggling.

The shoe of choice between races? The time-honored feet-freeing flipflops.

Fart jokes never fail to make him smile. He's so like the rest of us.

I'm giving this fellow both barrels. He was located near the track just off of Laureles Grade.

Here's Ben's bike without the crunchy outer coating.

And here's the bike with its clothes back on.

Ben narrowly missed the podium in race 1. I waited at the bus stop just in case they took Ben's ride away.

Can you grab me again except next time without the jacket?

I asked Ben to draw a heart on my jacket. This means we're married in certain third world countries.

I lawlessly jumped the red velvet barriers to stand next to Ben's AMA bike.

Find me. Find Ben. I'm watching. Watching. Watching.

Bikes were parked everywhere. On the cement. In the dirt. Up the trees...

Find Ducati Island. Hint: It's sort of below the red Ducati UFO.

Lots of bikes, but scarcely a Harley to be seen. They've all been locked up at Sturgis.

Where's Ben? Honestly, he's in this busy picture somewhere.

Ducati autograph signing session. Make the fans happy or you get sent to Team Gobert.

Borja and Pegram must write their names quickly or they will be flogged.

Bayliss and Polen probably wonder why baseball players get $10 per signature and they only get a bottle of water.

Let us hope that blue hair dye hasn't been linked to excessive dysfunctionalitude of the wang.

Here's a guy reading my marriage proposal to Ben. "Ben" wrote back (see next pix).

The offers I taped to my bike weren't accepted. But they also weren't declined...

Jamie is a fan who tried to snooker me into believing Ben was dating Kobe Tai (bad dogs will know the name).

If you think camera work is about zooming in on chicks in bikini tops, wouldn't these guys still be at it?

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