God reached up and punched the kill switch, shutting down the four-cylinder 500. In the sudden silence I could hear another stroker running on what sounded like a dirt track. The bike wasn't being shifted, just run to redline in a single gear then shut-down for the corner. I could hear the engine working as the tire spun on the exits and we all listened for a minute because it was truly heavenly music. God saw me listening and explained, "Oh, that's Nicky Hayden and a bunch of his buddies—jokers like Ricky Graham. Nicky started dirt tracking on our two-strokes, and, man, is he glad to be back on what he calls "a real engine." They've been riding all morning, huh, Jarno?"