ladydeath702 It was a beautiful morning in the 60s. No traffic, just me and that crotch rocket. Grins.. At all the lights our engines roared in the 5am morning commute. I stopped at the gas station, hmmm what’s that familiar smell coming from my wheel wells? That put a smile on my face, or that guilty look.. whatever! You just have to love the smell of burning rubber in the morning. Las Vegas Motor Speedway is all lit in the morning darkness welcoming all the visitors still rolling in for the races. Wooo hooo Happy Weekend!!