Take six riders up the hill on a small two-stroke, put an autumn day to run together on a track, and sooner or later the inevitable will happen ...
The appointment was in mid-October more to go, and not all were able to come, but Sunday morning we find ourselves in the paddocks are: brothers Grass (very strong in both 250), Spadoni Brothers (who share the podium in the 250 and 125), good Ornaghi and your hack (much on other levels in 250).
Observer exceptional, Mutti (another star of 250).
Brothers Grass: these
Spadoni Brothers: present.
The Long and Ornaghi: present.
The morning passes happily, despite the incredible overcrowding in the trains of the track uphill struggle not much in between darting naked riders on Sunday, and even you can not live more or less attached to drivers in race Usually trimmed several seconds.
bad that my brain relegates the shelf of unimportant things remedied all three boats to the same curve, the double-right slope leading to hook that leads into the straight.
In the paddock, where we find ourselves breathing space, flake compliments for me, so much so that last entry, just ten minutes before the closing track, determined to return to me claims.
For once, along with those around curiously strong. Alas will not last long ...
A good pilot is able to climb even worry much larger displacements of its ...
said than done, I am in the wake Spadoni, while trying to reassemble a tough grass time to get to the uphill double right and the bike is skewing brutally outgoing logic would say to pull the clutch, the instinct makes me rather turn off the gas and off a good three feet above the trusts Aprilia.
Ricado on the bike in no time at all, and for half a second I think to be able to resume as Mamola pity that he is Randy, and I Long: past half a second illusion that I end up tumbling to the ground.
Damage few (it is a second grapple with our relationship), bruised egos just enough, and a new consciousness: even a modest little bike like my 250, can in his little pissed off.
Beyond this episode, it is still the flavor of a beautiful day spent with friends doing what we really enjoy, since April is still far, far away, when we do another?