This time round I'm down in sunny Australia for the race in Phillip Island and I was definitely looking forward to getting some more time back in the saddle. Everything seemed to going all in a good direction, we'd found our race tyres, set the bike up as best as we could and we'd qualified 6^th. No Breil watch but from here your in the game, well I'd thought I was!

Sunday morning came and it was absolutely pissing down! No worries I'm not bad in the wet! 20 minutes of warm up time to find our way around in the wet, perfect! Perfect until I knocked myself into next week, half way around my first lap. So after I'd finished my little nap on the side of the track I staggered back to the pits with my crookered neck and bruised brain. Somehow it just didn't feel like Sunday anymore.

Race one I managed to bring her home in 8^th the second race was slightly more traumatic! About six laps in I managed to park my bike right on the back of the bike of James. I couldn't bloody believe it, we were just starting to get the wick turned up. It's definitely a position I don't want to be in again.

The following weekend Isabelle and I finally tied the knot after nearly 8 years. It was a fantastic day she looked absolutely gorgeous, this firmly secured the smile back on my dial. We quickly shot off to the Withsunday Islands for about 4 days, to a beautiful little secluded resort. By about the 3^rd day we'd drank from coconuts, eaten about a weeks worth of seafood and tried our hand at a spot of fishing. We even managed to land a couple, but they were far too pretty to keep. Lucky we didn't cause that night in the restaurant they told us they were protected!

It was our last day and we still hadn't been out to the reef and snorkelled around the reefs. The main reason was due to the windy conditions and the seaplane couldn't land because the water was too choppy, which really sucked, because we had a very romantic trip planned. The plane would have picked us up in the morning taken us to a place called White Heaven Beach (which is obviously really white) you'd get Champagne and nibbles then it would fly you over a place called heart reef (which is a reef shaped like a heart!) then out to the reef snorkelling around for a couple of hours and back to the resort! It would have been a real shame to come all this way and not at least swim with the fish.

So on our final day I said to the manager you've really gotta try and get us out there somehow! 10 Minutes later he came back to us: "Right we got chopper. He'll be here in 1 hour." I gotta say, I was a bit suss on the chopper, it had definitely seen better days. I mean from the outside it was mint, it was a jet ranger but it was the wear and tear on the inside and the couple of dodgy gages that concerned me. Oh yeah, and the life west we had to put on before we got in! mmmm! The next day we flew back to Switzerland for a few days and then down to Valencia for the next race.

After Phillip Island we had a major revision of the suspension settings, so Valencia was our first outing on them. Once again the weekend was going pretty well, and I was confident of some respectable results. On the first lap in race one my ambitions came to a screaming halt, as a flying motorcycle knocked me half off the bike, spearing me of the track. I managed to climb back on board just before I got to the gravel but not early enough to wash off some speed. Fighting the bike all the way through the gravel four about 300 meters and 2 meters from re-entering the track and a 100 miles per hour slower I finally laid the big girl down. I picked her back up and carried on to no avail.

The second race I got away ok and trouble free and I was sitting comfortable in 7^th. Once again I found the gravel, and once again another weekend to forget.

So at the moment we are sitting on a ferry somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea on our way to Italy for the next race in Monza. A few days on the beach and some great Italian food and sun should definitely set me right for it.

Ciao