Hey guys back again, this time we're rolling down to Misano it's hot and the AC belt just bloody broke. The trip took slightly longer than we expected, particularly because at every lake, river or stream we saw we stopped and swam in. ah ah. I was really happy it took so long particularly because by the time we got really south the sun had gone down, meaning no heat and no dam traffic. The next day we washed the bus, set up my little pool and headed straight down to the beach.

The weekend was working out pretty good, al the new parts were really making a big difference. Superpole worked out ok with a fourth and my fastest time so far this week-end and I was feeling pretty good on the bike.

Late Saturday night, my weekend turned to shit. The lights started to fade and my head felt like it was going to explode. I shovelled down some food and decided a good night's sleep would be just the ticket. This was definitely not the case! My original symptoms remained the same, but by the morning my stomach decided to join the party! I managed to get a few pieces of fruit to stay down then it was off to morning warm-up. The war up went really well particularly the new fork setting's we tried. The only dilemma now was my health which wasn't improving.

The first race started out not too bad, well for about 5 laps anyway, which was the extend of my energy and the time when the contents of my belly was fighting to get out. From then on it was all about bringing her home, and trying to grab as many points as possible. By the end I was completely exhausted both mentally and physically, needing some help to even remove all my gear. I know I sound a bit soft but I don't think I've ever felt so destroyed. From here on in the only option was to get my ass down to the clinic.

It all happened a bit fast really, before I knew I had to swallow a handful of pills and getting a big old drip shoved in my arm. I'm not too keen on needles but the two bags of fluid they put in didn't make me feel 100% but I was at least back on my feet.

The second race also started out not too bad, this time I managed to make it until about the 17^th lap, than once again my world fell apart. This time with a slightly better result. 7^th. Misano race day was defiantly all about survival.

The next day we staggered back home to Zurich, get some rest and find out what the bloody hell's wrong with me! Depending who you talk too, it's either food poisoning or a stomach parasite. I'd like to think it was something I ate rather than some ferile animals running around inside of me. Either way I took the drugs for both and I'm feeling a shit load better.

Over the next few days' a good friend of ours Richo stopped in, so it was all about showing him the local delicacies, surrounding sites and of course women.! The delicacies were definitely tested, consuming everything from fine wines to curb-side "Bratwurst" (sausages). We caught a few sites, but he completely failed with the ladies. Which was completely out of my hands. It was then time to send him home and work off all the food we'd been eating.

The next days Isabelle's brother dropped in, and he was pretty keen to get our n our Mountain Bikes. I was also pretty keen but it was completely pissing down. We live on the edge of the forest, so we got some shelter from the rain but definitely not from the mud. I was still digging the dirt out of my eye's 3 days later. This was an awesome test for my new Commenical pushy, this thing handles like it's on rails, it just swallows everything on it's path. Couple of hours later we found our way back home and we literally had to hose each other off.

The following week-end our next door neighbours were getting married. The big day started at about 2 pm in the afternoon and after several courses of food, fun and games it all finished up at about 3 am. Sunday was all about taking things pretty easy. I was super happy I didn't drink I was just really tired. We dropped into the cinema to catch that new flick called Madagascar, which was a good laugh not long after that it was time to settle in and get ready to tunnel into the US GP. I was real stocked to see Colin get up there again and give the boy's a hard time (good on ya mate!)

The next day we were back in the bus again, but this time we're on our way to Brno in the Czech Republic. I've not ridden there before but I've seen the track and it looked awesome.

Ever since Misano everyone's been giving me a hard time about being so healthy, that's why I'm getting sick all the time! Not sure about that, but I thought I'd take a little of there advice. So half way to Brno, in Germany somewhere we dropped off the motorway and headed into a little town to find a Gasthof (restaurant). After about 5 km we came across one, we went inside and ordered the only thing on the menu which was a giant Schnitzel with Chips. I gotta say it was bloody nice! The next day as we were passing through Austria we thought we'd try the same trick, this journey was all about local cuisine. But this time we weren't so lucky. I'm sure the food is not bad in Austria, we just got a dud!

That afternoon we arrived at the track, washed the bus set everything up, I broke out the pushy to carve as many laps as possible before the sun went down. It's completely deceiving on how hilly this place is. Anyway, gotta roll things to do, people to see! Oh and I guess we'll have to see how my new diet plan works. Mmmmm!