Stella Motegi Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

For Travellers to Japan

To all the true track junkies: List out the tracks you have ridden. Let's see where you've been.

So, I’m daydreaming about ramen when this old guy walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist. He’s mumbling about the cherry blossoms on Motegi Hill. I’m like, “Yeah, they’re beautiful, man.” But he’s not listening. He’s off on some tangent about how they remind him of his youth. I’m just nodding, trying not to laugh.

MotoGP Japan Michelin: Confidence and performance in the changing weather of Motegi with Power Slick and Power Rain tires [CP]