Sometimes, led by the desolation and little or nothing that you are fed for a while, you're also led to comparisons to make strange, stuff that basically forced you know not to be so true, but dictated by anything around. So maybe it makes you compare a Button, that a missile under the butt wins 6 out of 7 races, the likes of Jim Clark or Michael Schumacher. Maybe time will tell then that it is not wrong, but in the meantime it will have to pass water under the bridge for comparisons with those people there. Then you get to a hot June afternoon, a motorcycle race, the idol of the house against the star of the class pissed to death because we have seen snatch two weeks before the home Grand Prix in the nose. And you see a wonderful and exciting race. But how could we be so many others, two pilots glued against overtaking and overtaking. Everything in the "norm". Then what happens you do not expect, that the common sense and the laws of physics do not provide. The classic style maneuver "PlayStation", maybe at home on the couch is a lot of success, only this time it is done really, what's more the last corner last lap. Against the idol competitions on the rise. Something that words struggle to describe, to comment on. Something absolutely unique, and perhaps even unique. A demonstration of strength and superiority, mental and talent rather than technical or competitive. Something for Champion to be clear, those true. Of those who do not consume the weather improves and, of those who always find ways to fuck or be surprised, depending on whether you are an opponent or a "simple" but lucky viewer. One thing to Jim Clark or Michael Schumacher to speak. And this time without the benefit of the doubt. Knowing he had seen an artist work of the handlebar, a masterpiece. And sorry if it is little.
is now admirable "the work"
