It's the early hours of a chill dark night on the eve of the 2005 British Superbikes round at Ireland's Mondello Park, 30 miles outside Dublin. A hooded figure tiptoes through the paddock, past campervans and motorhomes, full of riders twitching in their sleep – saving front end slides or getting thrown over the high side.
Then past the lines of team artics, until he finds the Honda Britain truck. Looking left and right and up and down the paddock he slides a pair of bolt cutters from under his hoodie and with a grunt and a heave he cuts through the padlock hanging from the rear door.
Another look around and climbs inside, flashing a torch around until he locates the tyre rack. He takes one Michelin rear slick, mounted on a rim, slips out of the door and quietly rolls the wheel back to his own van, at the other end of the paddock, hides it under a mattress and tries to forget about it...
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