I'm not sure how it happened, but there we were, two people, filing into the Yamaha factory garage just after a large press group had filed out. But I'll take it. As the door closed behind us, I felt warmth on this chill, lately drying rainy day. And it was quiet. Unlike Friday, no one had just finished an engine change, now checking brr, brr, brr for six speeds. There were no busy mechanics subtly letting us know we were in their way. Two journalists, two minders, and four multi-million-dollar Yamaha YZR-M1 MotoGP bikes.