Yep, Cannery Row...definitely "madness" on Saturday night before the Final Round on Sunday. The babes and bikes are out in droves. Every piece of moto exotica is out for all to see and lust after. You gotta get there early if you wanna eat...because after 6 pm, there's not a table to be had at any of the eateries. The bars are slammed tighter than a can of sardines (which, by the way, is why it's called Cannery Row...they used to can fish in that neighborhood).
Sorry for the typos in my earlier message...I was flying on the keyboard and there's no spell check!
Hey, KMF...you be careful in Bumfukistan, okay? Make it home okay so you can celebrate at the races. I wish I was in town to meet up with you, but I'll be Kauai getting married (yeah, I know, but I didn't choose the date...my fiancee chose the date well over a year ago, and I said "okay"...it was well in advance of the FIM's announcement of the GP dates. Sh*t!! My best man is also cursing because he wanted to go too see the GP too but he'll be stuck standing next to me on the beach watching me say "I do" for the second time. He fixed me up with my first wife, a psycho-b*tch-from-hell that cost me an arm and a leg in alimony, so this is my punishment to him...to deny him MotoGp and making him be my best man again on the same weekend!! Hah!!