Morning came quietly to the track and the paddock area at Road America, where riders and crew slept until the call of the track arrived and practice started at 8:00, which kept everyone busy until noon, when everyone took a break. Then the driver's meeting came and went and racing started. Brother Jess rode the 1966 Norton through practice spitting and sputtering, but we made headway, and by racetime, we had it ready for the rigors of the 4-mile track.
Tomorrow promises to be better. We're getting the bike dialed in, and if the sun doesn't shrivel me and the rain doesn't wash me away, I think we'll have a good day tomorrow.