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Going to the races with Tom and Katie


My husband is a motorcycle fiend. He has two bikes (one for each leg of course) and is forever listening for the call of the pack. Not deterred by traveling half-way around the world just to attend the MotoGP at Laguna Seca where he somehow scored tickets above the 'pits'. As you can imagine the pits are smelly, noisy and full of male testosterone. Mechanics move deftly in a well orchestrated fervor as the bikes screech in for servicing. Then, after the race has finished and the burning rubber haze calms, Tom and Katie emerge. Hubby was well positioned directly above them as they chatted with Valentino Rossi and of course, the girls with the cliche short skirts and big hooters