Riding pillion with an Isle of Man TT winner

I felt guilty for playing hooky from work. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, all the while thinking they may very well find out where I’d wound up. I was a nervous wreck on the ride up to meet him at his home in Calabasas. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Why did he even agree to it? At the time, I only asked for my own selfish thrill-seeking pleasure. I hadn’t planned to write about our ride. We didn’t even film it because the last thing he needs is some squid going out to Malibu thinking they can be like Mark Miller.

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