My Dad and I flew into Paris, France and went down to the Hertz rental car place and got the car and a GPS, very smart move. We leave and get onto the autoroute and the first thing we see is the Tour Eiffel, (Eiffel Tower), it was awesome and so high.
So we begin to make our journey down to Valencia, Spain, 1534 kilometers away, about 1150 miles. It took us two long days of driving to get there, but at least it was a nice drive. If you looked you could see that there’s so much history from the 1000 year old castles on the top of mountains that have cliffs on both sides, to 200 year old houses with grapevines out in front. It was so cool driving into these small little towns. Even though I only have my permit, my Dad let me drive a lot of the way. I aquired a new taste while there. You see I’m a BIG milk drinker but in Europe they don’t have milk like we do here. I ended up drinking coffee or a soda called Orangina. Dad said the coffee wasn’t good for me, it would stunt my growth. Lol Just kidding.
We got to Cheste, the little town where the track is, on the first night and met this kid Jake and his trainer, Braxton Lane. I finally realized how big this whole thing was. This kid wasn’t here with his Dad or Mom, he came with his trainer. He was a Honda rider from Malaysia. He doesn’t go to school, he only races and trains. We went out to dinner and we ate at this little place, Greek food in Spain, lol. The food was pretty good and there were girls all over the place. It had to be 5 to 1 and me and Jake we’re pretty happy. They must have known why we were there as we were getting lots of attention.
Then the next day we went to the track just to look, not to ride and we met these two families from England. Both the Dad’s had Honda RC30s like my Dad does, so they hit it off right away. After the track went cold from a local track day, we all went out and walked the track together. It took a long time, it is huge. That was the night before the test. I had a really hard time getting to sleep, especially with my Dad’s snoring lol.
The next day we got up early and I went for a run and then we got to the track 8 o’clock in the morning. We were one of the first ones there and then met some more Americans. At the briefing, we listened to Alberto Puig and Harold Bartol talk a little about what to expect. Sito Pons and his kid were there and everyone was kinda surprised that his kid even had to try out.
The rest of the day it was all the Americans that were hanging out together as we were the last session of the day. It seemed like everyone one from different countries stayed with each other. Alpinestars was there with demo stuff for us to try. I tried a pair of their MotoGP Pro boots and gloves, sweet. So when it was time for me to go, they took us into the pits and told us to get ready. It was kind of weird, we didn’t really see the point in this because they said that it was going to be an hour until we ride. There was supposed to be 30 min briefing and 30 min to get ready, but we don’t want to argue so we go and changed into our gear. When we went to the next room, the briefing room, we all sat down and the guy that was talking to us said that it is GP shift which means 1 up and the rest down, and the he asked any questions? He didn’t say anything else and then when we did ask a question he said it was a stupid question and it doesn’t matter.
So we were called out to go onto the bike, I was the first one out in my group and when I got out I felt something weird going on with the bike. The bikes revs were going up and down uncontrollably. So after 3 laps, I had to go in and switch bikes and lost 3 of my 10 or so laps. As I found out later, this bike had over 90 laps on it and was pretty spent. When I went back out, I could feel a huge difference. I went to hard on turn 5 and almost high-sided, I was doing a superman on the bike.
I dropped my lap time by 8 seconds and past several other riders by the time it was over. So when I got off, I was excited because I thought that I did good but I guess I didn’t do good enough. I thought that having identified a problem with the bike and switching and then lowering my times dramatically, they would think that was good, and that I saved the high side.
In the end it was an awesome experience and I am so happy we went. The guys from Alpinestars we’re really cool and let me keep the gear.
So we headed back towards Paris and on the way stopped at some really cool places. Chateau D’ Chambord, ~http://www.lvo.com/gb/mag/chateaux/cham/cham1.html~
This place was amazing. It was designed by Leonardo da Vinci a very long time ago. We went inside and walked around and saw what is supposedly a very famous staircase inside the castle. It is two staircases that wrap around each other. Legend has it that da Vinci designed it so that mistress’ could come down the staircase while their husbands are going up the staircase and they can’t be seen. We sat on benchs and climbed staircases that where ancient and where Kings and Queens had been centuries ago.
We also went to a medieval town called Carcassonne ~http://www.carcassonne.org~ that has an unbelievable history. It is the only town that didn’t fall to the Roman Empire during some war that I forget.
Another place we visited was an old chΓteaux that my Dad stayed at many years ago ~http://www.slh.com/france/st_symphorienlechateau/photographs1_stsdes.html~
When we got back to Paris, we had a day and a half to kill before our flight home. We went to the top of the Eiffel Tower, walked around eating cheese, croissants and baguettes and spent a lot of time at the sidewalk cafes watching all the people. These people are crazy on their scooters and must be colorblind. I don’t think anyone can tell what a red signal light means. On our last night, we splurged and went to a fancy French restaurant and had six course dinner.
The flight home was pretty brutal. We flew from Paris to Chicago to Salt Lake City to Los Angeles changing planes at each city. I sure love it over there, but I was awfully glad to get home to my family and my dog.
I would also like to thank everyone for helping me get too where I am today and hopefully were I am going in the future.
Josiah Taulbee and everyone from SCminiGP who have supported me from day one.
~http://www.SCminiGP.com~
Ras Brodsky and Blata for sponsoring me for 2 years in a row.
~http://www.BaltaUSA.com~
Paul Grasham of Rooster Racing for building my engines, over and overa
~http://www.RoosterRacing.com~
All the great people at LABikers for their continued support and fundraising.
~http://www.labiker.com/about/~
All the racers at Willow Springs Motorcycle Club for their fundraising
~http://www.willowspringsraceway.com/clubs/wsmc/home.htm~
Mike and Brad Curtis of FleetServe in Texas for the airline tickets.
~http://www.FleetServe.com~
Jay Pitster who loaned me his RS125 to practice without even knowing me.
~http://www.mortgagebanq.com~
My Aunt and Uncle Steve & Muriel Price of San Francisco Sea Plane Tours.
~http://www.Seaplane.com~
Bruce Porter of Arai Helmets.
~http://www.AraiAmericas.com~
Erik Kuehn & Denny Arroyo of Sava West for my tires.
~http://www.SavaWest.com~
Scott King from Del Amo Motors
~http://www.delamo-motorsports.com~
All the many individual people that chipped in to help.
And finally, my Dad who gives up so much so I can have a shot at my dream. He’s even thinking of selling his beloved Honda RC30 to buy me a 125. I hope he doesn’t have to. I WANT IT…LOL
~http://www.sub-rosa.net~
~http://www.MyRC30.com~
Thank you,
Drew Price









