Breakfast the next morning was at the neighboring gas station... a MAM tradition. Not even sure it has a name, but it is simply a small cafe attached to the BP station. We resisted the temptation of Biscuits and Gravy (Wilson said it reminded him of "dog puke", and it does look like it!), sticking with toast and eggs, and frighteningly horrible coffee. Like 'muircan beer, their coffee is a tad weak. Best bumper sticker: "Made in America or not made at all!" Ironic that at the nearby track, there were no American motorcycles... mainly Italian ones. In the pits. Blatantly using an RV as a bit of a windbreak, we set up our canopy. Wilson's EX is in the foreground... you can see that I reverted back to the KTM fairing, considering the length of MAM's straight. More on that later.
In the end, I was able to turn over 100 laps on the weekend, even after heading for home at 3pm on Sunday (and avoiding a thunderstorm in the process). "I got blisters on me fingers!"... and, depending on which lap timer you believe, I did a high 1:48 lap (or a 1:49 flat). My XT says 1:48:9, so that's what I'm gonna trust! Before we headed back home, we did poke about the new machines we saw along the pit lane. A friendly guy in the B-group let me ogle his 899. Very trick machine!