It's Thursday morning and it's raining. The Santa Ana winds are blowing and it feels like I'm back in Briford. They have a saying here, 'When the Santa Ana winds blow all bets are off; anything can happen'. It does feel like there's something in the air. Whether that's good or bad I have no idea.

By the time I park my bike in the rack at the gym and remove my hat, my hair looks like an early Jimi Hendrix album cover. I can hear giggling coming from reception, Taylor is covering her mouth with her...