So I'm back (not that you know who I am) from the GP in Valencia. Thanks to Klaatu for advice given many moons ago. A top all round trip. The 125 race was awesome. The 250 was fun, and probably the favourite for the locals with strong Spanish riders. The GP class was OK, with most of the fun being at the back. Randy Mamola on the twin seat Duc wheelied the main straight, did a rolling stoppy to pick up his passenger, wheelied off the line, cornered quickly, but kept adjusting to the pillion shitting themselves, and then did a stoppy to complete their lap. Nice one. The weather was hot for us, but cold for the locals. The traffic wasn't *too* bad. The Guardia Civil were friendly unless you tried a track invasion. The fireworks were LOUD. And the spectators, as predicted are simply nuts. They cheered when a trailer dropped a metal ramp. They jeered at the section of crowd that failed to continue a mexican wave. They cheered at a marshall that was dancing down the service road. They cheered an inflatable that started collapsing. They basically had a great time. And so did we. - Dave.