K1

Night one back in Kona. Flight over was so smooth and uneventful that I felt like tipping everybody from the baggage handlers to the navigator. With the possible exception of the toddler that was two rows behind us doing a mean Adele screech for about two hours. Roger offered me a hundred dollars for my noise canceling headphones.

We have just ended our first marketing session with the results to premier (right here, as I negotiated an exclusive) Wednesday night. The concept is to film a daily session at the booth using the latest software, RacerMate One, as the point of emphasis, Roger on the keyboard, Simon as emcee, the RCVman behind the lens and a sponsored Pro, or high profile age grouper as in-the-saddle lab rat. We all like the idea.

Hope you will too.

We had a touch of evening marine layer tonight, as shown, so tomorrow's trip up the volcano is in jeopardy. We also pick up and wrap the Mojo rig and set sail down that promo road.

Lot's of athletes riding and running down the Queen K on the drive in from the airport. We are six days from the biggest  race of the year, yet on a humid Sunday night the shoulders were strewn with Type A geeks trying to cram in one more ride or run. God Bless em all. I wish I had that decision to make.

Maybe next year. Heard THAT somewhere before?


Pix: Smallest heads in the air were not enough to raise my blood pressure and the marine layer from the front of our home for the week. Aloha.