Yep! Teks me backter me roots, does that!
Before you play this video clip, please
maximise your sound volume but, first, allow me this digression…
When I go to visit MotoGP, one of the most exciting times for me is when the Moto2 race has ended and
the mechanics begin to warm up the MotoGP bikes.
To me, the rasping, vibrant, violent barks of the machinery sound like primal war machines in preparation
and readiness for battle. How can a selection of nuts and bolts, however lovingly caressed by engineering
science, emit such visceral sounds, memorable and so, so stirring: a battle cry that splits and tears the very air?
Still, in all the terror and turmoil of the affray lies concealed a sweetness – a harmony clear as a choir of voices
in a church of prayer - with all the mystery concealed and revealed by the belief that, for as long we aspire to
achieve perfection, the pathways to that goal will remain forever as signposts to our future and our dreams.
In all my dreams, I dream of a bike that sounds like this, in its approach, in its presence - and in its passing.
Turn it up LOUD, Captain!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9ol6sPfUhg