rafael pyton

the bun
is a beautiful one
so delights my eye
so plays my mind to try
to imagine the vision and sound
of by far the dearest ever and around

Sunny Sundays, yellow side up, and I swung by the local motocross track to hook up with the old crew. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve been checking chain tension with these fellers, but it always feels as though it was only yesterday that I was still riding and racing and having the time of what used to be my life.
Maybe that’s why I don’t go back so often these days. Heartburn. I miss it too much.

But sentimental nostalgia aside, the dirty guys are, as usual, up to no good - which is really good. Check out the ramp my cheeky friend Cladde recently built. This guy knows his trade. I had to suppress the most wicked urge to steal a bike and launch!

First you launch, then you think about the landing.

Sens moral: A box of chocolates.

Gaze with grace upon the first-ever published picture of little tinywiny!

Our peewee poser is about 8 weeks old here. Basic physiology is in place, including arms and fingers. Nerve cells are forming in the brain. Eyelids cover the eyes. Breathing tubes extend to the developing lungs. All this and more in a package the size of your thumbnail!

I say, nature boggles your mind with solutions of only, only, the strangest kinds. What once was bodily fluids becomes a beating heart, and I get inspired to write nice: From next to nothing comes everything via the most intricate impossibility ever devised by no one at all.

Certainly, one does have to admit that getting your baby delivered by a stork would easily be more plausible than current method…

The Valencia GP being bru-hu-hu-tally boring, I thought I’d take a break from the combustion chamber, and tell you about an apparatus far more appealing: the one and only, the sensational Segway.

Yesterday, a friend of mine arranged an event where you had, amongst other things, the opportunity to try out a Segway. Familiar with my severe predisposition for stuff, he called me up. Naturally, I could not stay away - I had been gagging for a ride ever since I read about this two-wheeled self-balancing electric miracle machine many many years ago.

Surely you are familiar with the way it works? You lean forward to go forward, and you lean back to brake. Twisting the left grip makes it turn. And your brain refuses to acknowledge that it won’t tip over.
Of course, a few metres down the road, I was hauling butt like it was second nature. It is incredibly intuitive, and far quicker than one might think [the one I rode was set on slow as a public safety precaution - yes, you can hurt yourself if you suck]. I could not stop smiling. And woohooing.

Imagine silently running forward while simply standing at an angle despite gravity’s best intentions - now this is what the 21st century was going to be in 1950! I felt as if I had gone back to the future. There were no flying cars around yet, but I moved while standing. I moved while standing! Man, that is just cool.

Yeah, you bet I want one. There is only the matter of, uh, six grand standing in the way of me and my electric personal assistive mobility device.

There is huge seismic activity in the structure of my life. But instead of it crumbling down to the rumbling tones of the Richter scale, it grows even grander and richer.

Many of you already know what this is about. And for the rest, you have no idea how hard it has been to keep a wonderful secret like this one for so long. But see, I just wanted to wait and tell as many as I could in person, before I went public - like this:

I will become a father.

Take it in. I know my pulse ran. Early spring, when Madli announced that she was pregnant, I wept the whole day. Yes, we had been talking about it from just about the very day we met, but you can’t prepare for this; when reality looks at you the way only it can, your knees buckle and your bottom lip quiver. Every time I thought of myself as a father, my eyes leaked. I was simply too happy and I knew no other way of reacting to these new-new emotions.

Our celebration of arrival will take place at the end of November, early December. Fatherhood is but a step away.

Madli, I love you.

And to our unborn child, I have the following message. When you grow up one day - please, take your time, because I want you to be my baby forever - and you start leafing through ol’ daddy’s journals on the internet, know this. You’re the apple of my eye and you hold my heart in the palm of your tiny tiny hand.

Meohmy. It’s been awhile. I’ve been vacationing in the archipelago paradise with the one I love the most - no, that is not me - and then I have been working long hours à la up at seven to do business, back home at five or six, start mixing cement for my latest house project, eat at ten, cry for an hour, then fall asleep only to repeat the next day. Well. It is pretty hard to fit a bit of blogging into that schedule, would you not agree? But as they say in the army, excuses only makes it worse. I just need to type a bit quicker, I suppose.

There is so much I want to talk about. Kovalainen’s maiden victory in Hungary, the life of a smattering of a glittering in the sea when the sun shines just right, dreams of windsurfing one day, Russians starting the cold war again, the fine art of masonry, the Mercedes AMG SL 65 Black Series, Usain Bolt in action, how I nearly killed myself laughing watching Top Gear episode 06/11, and the Ducati I plan on buying soon.

But I am flying to Frankfurt tomorrow, and I have to get up at five. All these things will have to wait, most of them until they rot in undefined space. However, given the alone time at a reasonably equipped hotel room in middle Germany, I will give you something even better come later this week. There is this certain announcement I’ve been wanting to declare for awhile now, for months, in fact. Mark my words, it is bigger than life. Actually, it has a lot to do with life. And love. And nothing else. Because where there is love, there is life, and life is about love, and love breeds life, and…

Oh heck. Just stay tuned for something you’ve never seen before.