Sequel! It was 9 a.m. on a weekend at Fuji, bitterly cold with rain mixed with snow, and this time there were no self-riders
which was fortunate—otherwise we might have encountered frozen road surfaces.
We arrived. Of course the road surface was wet. Running had already begun, and some crazy guy was tearing through the snow-mixed conditions
at high speed. For some reason, the place was packed with high-end bikes! F4s, Ducatis, people in racing suits all fired up…
Unbelievable. We decided to wait in the car for a bit, and as time passed, thanks to the sun, the water on the road surface began to dry.
Steam rose up—moo-waa—and you could feel the warmth where the sun was hitting.
Road surface temperature: 14 degrees, cold. The tires where the sun was hitting were 25 degrees, and when you push 180 degrees, it becomes 5 degrees—
that’s a difference of 18 degrees. Dangerous! The older brother and younger brother started their runs. The goal was basically to do a full-throttle run and get used to the circuit after a long time away.
The younger brother’s clutch started slipping and he retired; the older brother completed both full-throttle runs and finished safely.
After that, someone locked the keys inside the car—what do we do?? Hey! It was that kind of situation, but somehow
we got it open and made it back safely. Fair warning: the food at Fuji is terrible. The soba is actually way better from Seven-Eleven’s retort soba
—that’s a fact. Next time, let’s bring food from a convenience store!
