I believe to be one with infinite passion; Radicondoli, somebody has outclassed me in this ....
The title is taken verbatim from a commercial motor vehicle, but is well adapted to the dark riders up the hill, where samples are competing a title and a bowl, and humans (read poor) as I run just to satisfy something undefined and great, sometimes even the term passion fails to describe fully.
something indefinable that dries up the hard-earned savings, the little free time, absorbing and sometimes affects families and forcing a real tour de force reconcile commitments, their loved ones and ran.
Alarms in impossible hours or extended working days to reach our paddock, economic and personal sacrifices to keep the bike was competitive, grueling travel when normal people go on holiday at the seaside with the children, all things known to more laborious rituals that are repeated every time there is a race on the weekend. All
for that vague but tangible sense of satisfaction that we feel inside when, surely, the sunset of Sunday's race turns red sky still far from our house.
Passion, in fact.
From this point of view I think I deserve a place in the front row, at least here, if I the trials, to compromise, the misadventures that have punctuated these years of racing, I am just saying "who you do it??"
Obviously, the passion, of which I am a teacher. Or rather, I felt up to Radicondoli, when all sweaty menate meeting I went to run, are dwarfed by the obstinacy of a sudden, you say, passion I say, Paul, Emilia bold rider, after he spent with supermoto debut in Open and 600.
troubled debut, as the trust Aprilia on Saturday afternoon began to regurgitate water and oil.
real pilots and said everything would be charged at the next arrivederrci but he has passion does not give up, especially if you as a friend and mentor, Julie, who has (Modena) of a Honda race ready. Having said that, Paul left for Modena, gets back to the bike and Radicondoli to 23 on Saturday, after six and a half hours of travel, but there is still much to do (the Honda has the slick), and at midnight, as I go to sleep, I greet Paul and Yuri intent to prepare the return side of the road, illuminated only by a tiny battery. Sunday morning wake up at dawn to finish the job (dismounts from the motorcycle wheels, tires from the rims, replace the tires on the rims and wheels on bikes) and make the bike check, back, Paul pierce the front tire. .. The only rubber is available now mounted on the rim of April, but the bike is removed from the cart, and redid the work (remove the tires ....); Honda is ready just in time to present the first ascent, and Paul launches into a new adventure in riding a bike never felt before. The rest of the day is all downhill, crowned by an excellent sixth place and the inevitable teasing.
How to describe this powerful engine, that no approach will succeed in our fast car, the engine that leads us to do amazing things and sometimes superhuman?
You name it, if you will, passion ....
