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I don't have any hobbies so I've decided to start stalking Ben Bostrom. I think it's illegal in California to stalk somebody, but I don't think I'll get into trouble unless I gain entry into his house and start rummaging through his socks drawer. Here he is at an AMA race at Willow Springs in California. I'm quietly lurking in the background, shielding myself behind the many other stalkers.
In this cruel world of aesthetics, Ben came out ahead of the game. I'd like to talk about his racing skills, but my husband already blathers on about that. I'd rather fixate on his sideburns. If you click on the picture of him, you'll see the larger version that shows off his "Puff Daddy" neckwear. I hope to hell he takes that off before he races.
Even stalkers need to shop. I've been contemplating a Monster — especially the chrome tank version — but I'll probably just run my 900SS into the ground before I buy something else. This Monster was on display at Willow Springs. Hey, maybe a friend of a friend of an acquaintance of a cousin of Ben's sat on it!
Here are his two bikes at Laguna Seca in Monterey, CA during the World Superbike race. Bostrom's no. 1 was changed to a no. 90 after Carl Fogarty told him he'd bust out his can of "whoop ass" on the young Bostrom if he tried to keep that number. Bostrom had planned to challenge Fogarty to a fistfight for the no. 1 plate, but changed his mind when he was informed that 90 was an extremely lucky number in Mongolia ("9" translating into "Good" and "0" into "Fortune"). �Qu� suerte!
I taped my fluorescent pink sign of marriage proposal to my windscreen. Even in the sea of color it stood out. However, it didn't stand out well enough as I received no messages entertaining my offer, let alone accepting it. But the lack of a message is better than a refusal and/or a restraining order. Stalkers are always hopeful. We're just a bunch of optomists at heart.
During a Ducati Rider's Club day at Willow Springs, who should happen to show up but Ben. Could he actually be stalking me?! I'm standing in front of a Monster that was given to him by Ducati. That's him in the background with his shirt off (he's taunting me). Later on he was on the track while we were running a session. I can officially say that I've been passed by Ben Bostrom on a racetrack. It's an honor that I'll savor forever (well, at least until the image of his fine booty hanging off the seat dissipates).
Here's Ben at GP Motorcycles in San Diego for an autograph session. I had him sign my helmet. I said to Ben, "Uh, hi, um, er, you blew my doors off yesterday at the track." He said, "Naaaw, I wouldn't do that!" Then I think I blushed about 20 shades of red and nearly passed out. If you think it's easy being 36 and suffering from a schoolgirl crush, think again. My bike will soon need to be retrofitted with a walker, and here I am ogling some Gen-X hottie. Shame on me.
Epilogue. The stalker achieves her goal. Read all about it...
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