The paddock was busy, fans excitedly roamed the man made streets filled with garages and mobile homes desperate to catch a glimpse of their favourite riders , teams of mechanics rushing around between the pits and the stores, and the media stood in the centre of the makeshift roadways doing intro links before the qualifying session. Molly was back in her little bike stroller her ear defenders blocking out the constant noise of engines reaving up, and the sounds of racing bikes noisily making their way around the track. As I pushed her along towards the hospitality units, Nigel and Richard were filming their live broadcasts, I held back not wanting to disturb the broadcast. They took a small break in commentary obviously for a advert break, I continued on my way. Nigel smiled at me and b
