The throaty roar of an inline-four, the swish of a chequered flag, the camaraderie of riding together, and the legends and their greatest hits.

Month: October 2012

You Could’ve Been No. 1

She adores MotoGP, LOVES Valentino Rossi and is a complete SBK junkie. Oh, she would also like a direwolf, thank you very much. Gisele L. Varotti writes about the Phillip Island round of MotoGP, its ups, downs, the new World Champion, and good ole Dani. By Gisele L. Varotti I get so focused when I’m… Read More ›

Welcome to India

“They aren’t being very subtle, are they,” Lady Luck said, settling down next to me and propping her feet up on my dashboard. I swerved and hit the brakes. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked, as an irritable driver honked behind me. “Oh, Sepang was done. They’re all in Phillip Island now,” she… Read More ›

Slippery When Wet

The rear lights glinted red, almost otherworldly. The helicopter camera zoomed out, but the circuit at Sepang disappeared amidst a smattering of raindrops that blotted the lens. On the track, Jorge Lorenzo fought to make up lost ground and find his way past Dani Pedrosa. But it was slippery, and the riders left a plume… Read More ›

Byrne Baby Byrne

It was the moment of truth, one that would either make history or be a source of complete disappointment. The pressure was on, intense, all-encompassing. But Shane ‘Shakey’ Byrne was more than up to the task. He didn’t succumb. He didn’t waver. Instead, at Brands Hatch, the arena where BSB’s final round was played out,… Read More ›

The Final Push

It was the last lap and I was sitting nose-to-screen in front of the television. I didn’t care about the first two podium spots. I only cared about the 3rd. The battle for the 3rd began towards the end of the race at Motegi, Japan. A phenomenal fight, fairing-to-fairing, wheel-to-nose, by two determined riders equally… Read More ›

Winging It

I yawned and stretched, reaching for my gigantic mug of tea. Lady Luck was fast asleep, curled up on the astro turf. Lewis Hamilton came a bit too close. She glanced up and snarled. I bet she did. There can be no other reason. Because the next time I caught a glance of Lew-Lew, he… Read More ›

All For The Want Of 0.5 Points

If ever there was a race that made me sit on the edge, then this was it. If ever there was a race that swung back and forth – from absolute despair to hope – then this was it. If ever there was a race where there was a tinge of disappointment in even victory,… Read More ›

A Time For Redemption

I have a serious bone to pick with Lady Luck. She toys with us, leads us on, and then, gives us ‘The Finger’, not once but twice in a row! This has been a fine icing to a cake that is under tremendous stress. I mean, first there’s Lew-Lew who goes all silver on us…. Read More ›

Young Guns

The first race I ever watched live, at a circuit, was in 2010. It was the Cadwell Park round of the British Superbike Championship. I remember every little detail: the train ride up to Market Rasen, the rolling green hills, the sea of parked motorcycles, and of the bikes flying over The Mountain under a… Read More ›

Bye-Bye Baby

There are two kinds of people in F1 fandom – those who love Michael Schumacher, and I mean adore him from the very bottom of their heart, and those who don’t. I have always been pretty clear where I belong – in the latter group. The reasons are many. There is a litany of a… Read More ›