Good morning everyone. Well I guess for you, that depends on what time you are reading this but for me, it is 5 a.m. and I am in the airport in Jacksonville, Fla. I am trying to get home from a very long five days of testing at the Eastern Spring Test Nationals at South Georgia Motorsports Park. Actually, I wish it was five days of testing but we got rained out on one day and winded out on another. Saturday was so windy that no one was allowed to go down the track.

We had some ups and downs but overall we learned a lot and made some very good runs with our best being a 6.905 at 192 mph. I did have one really bad experience although I am glad that it happened here rather than at an NHRA event. It was my first run on Thursday, my first time to run against another bike while driving my S&S-powered Rush Racing V-twin. I was determined to treat this just like a real race and try and get a good reaction time. I pulled into the pre-stage beam and then adjusted my hand so that my fingertips were the only thing holding the clutch to the bar, then I relaxed my hand, rolled into the stage beams and turned the throttle wide open. What I was hoping for was a really good reaction time but what I got was the power and vibrations of that unsuspecting V-twin engine which vibrated the clutch right out of my hand.

The tire hooked at the motorcycle took off and nearly left me on the starting line. I managed to hold on despite my head getting jerked back hard enough for my crew to think that I may be injured. I was way off on my shifting and hit the rev limiter in first and second gear, which causes a lot of excess pressure on the valve springs. I was not happy about what happened. I don’t like making mistakes like that for my own sake but I especially don’t like giving my guys anymore work than they already have to do between rounds. I am pretty good at getting my shifts on time which keeps them from having to change valve springs often but for this run, I caused them to work a little more. Sorry guys.

Now, I am going to back up a little. The weekend before I left for Valdosta, I went over to my friend Brandi’s house to watch the UFC on pay-per-view, which was awesome, as usual. After the fights, we played American Idol on their PlayStation. If you were there listening to me sing, you would have told me that it’s a good thing I can ride a motorcycle. I really am a bad singer but very competitive regardless and I did manage to win that night which doesn’t say much about the talent level of my competition.

Later that night, Seth entertained us with one of his newly discovered talents. He is capable of cracking a coconut with his forehead. He discovered this one night at my house while I was cooking dinner for us and he attempted to crack a walnut with his head, which he was quite successful at. Later that week he decided to attempt the coconut. I figured he would crack his head instead but miraculously he actually does have a talent at channeling his energy and using it like a martial artist does to break things with his forehead.

I’ve told you guys that I had a normal life just like you do. Okay, the more I think about it, maybe being a 5-foot, 110-pound girl that races Pro Stock Motorcycles for a living with a boyfriend who can crack coconuts with his head isn’t so normal after all. Maybe we should have our own reality show.

I have a prayer request for you guys with faith out there. My Uncle Floyd (Dad’s brother) as well as my Aunt Mary Ann (mom’s sis-n-law) both had open heart surgery very recently and have both suffered from heart trouble for sometime now. They are in the recovery stage right now and I would greatly appreciate your prayers for them. That’s about it for now except for a little Cajun humor as usual.

Boudreaux was driving to work and as usual, he passes right in front of Thibodaux’s house on his way. As he drove by he saw Thibodaux standing in the field next to his house, so he honked and waved. That afternoon as Boudreaux drove home from work he passed Thibodaux’s house and there was Thibodaux standing in the field so Boudreaux honked and waved again. That evening Boudreax went to the market and passed by Thibodaux on the way and there he was again standing his the field. On Boudreaux’s way home, same thing. Next morning Boudreaux goes to work and as he gets close to Thibodaux’s house once again he sees Thibodaux still out there standing in the same place. This time he has to stop to see what’s up. He rolls down the window and yells, “Thibodaux, I done pass here five times now in dah lass few days and you been standing in dah same place dah whole time. What da heck you doin?” Thibodaux yells, “May Boudreaux, I am trying to win dat NOBEL PEACE PRIZE!” Boudreaux says, “What dah heck is dah NOBEL PEACE PRIZE?” Thibodaux says, “May Boudreaux it’s an award for the man dat is MOST OUTSTANDING IN HIS FIELD