For all, the twin towers.
For me, happy birthday, Barry!
September 11, 1950, Barry Sheene was born in London, the pilot who more than anyone else, including our own phenomena, marked an epoch for first imposing the attention of not only fans, but a entire nation. World champion in 1976 and 500 in 1977, was the first to spot on television, end up on magazines, to use white overalls and helmets with graphics and the first to be recognized in the fashionable, to bond with a famous model of the time, the first that has divided fans in no uncertain terms, each ready to idolize him, the other to wear shirts that insulted him. Barry Sheene famous for the flight to Daytona, when the rear tire exploded catapulting the Suzuki 750 to 280 km / h, or to Abbey Silverstone in the corner when impacted at 250 km / h Igoa's bike, crashed shortly before. Barry Sheene famous for its numerous metal plates and screws that held the bones together, many to the point of him leaving his beloved England, unable to withstand the humid climate.
If a tumor is not there he had taken away seven years ago, would still be among us, no more long hair, always alive to the inimitable smile somewhere between sly and mocking, the London accent that even the long stay Australian had mitigated.
There would be more than enough to make one of my idols, but in reality, there is much more.
There is the incorrigible flaw of always saying what he thought, especially in terms of security, and have paid in person, the positions taken. There is a rebellion not only to a dull establishment, who was running the hallucinatory world in facilities and services for safety, but also into the sports system: in disagreement with the houses will not hesitate to create a team just running as a champion of the world, with motorcycle customers.
There is the ability to develop and test the bike in a superfine, thanks to training in his father's, good preparation of 2t, and spent two summers to be a mechanic in the world, skipping school. Ability that allowed him to develop the Suzuki RG 500 and take it to the World Summit, at the end of 1974, when Japan's leadership had cleared the project, judging disappointing, with only one of his vehement stance arose in motion the most successful of the decade.
There will be no titles won in bunches, but is the only driver in history to have won world championship racing in Class 50 (with 4 departures), 125 (two seasons where, with a rookie Suzuki former officer six years ago and bought in installments, was second in the league behind Nieto) and 500.
Look on youtube the video when you have time at Silverstone 1979, one of the great races that has left us.
Beyond the few titles, there is a driver who has beaten three generations of champions: Agostini and Read, and Cecotto Roberts, Mamola and Spencer, beyond the pilot is above all a man, a figure almost unimaginable in today's so-called sport on two wheels.
Happy birthday, Barry ....
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