And the archduke. Do allow me to present myself: Ducati Owner.
I need never again use my name. And below, the reason; the red-hot-sexiest shape you’ve ever seen and couldn’t get enough of.
Holy chromoly! You know, I pinch myself all the time. But that amazing vision really is my new bike. My bike. Mine, mine, m-m-m-m-mine!
The apple of my eye is growing a mile a minute, and even faster on the blog. Looky!
Watching this, I get a bit textless. I’m like… you know… wow… can you believe it? I want to, but do I dare? Do you know what I mean? I don’t know… I mean, I don’t know what to say. I catch myself dreaming, but I think I’m not. Even so, if I really am dreaming, I hope I never wake up.
We can’t wait to hold you, apple of my eye. I’m making baby rocking chair moves with my arms this very moment. Soon, I’ll probably start singing silly lullabies.
Proof. F1 is not a sheik’s sandbox. The sport needs to be where the passion is. And the racing will come to us all - like today! Like tadaa!
Sure, Kimi threw it away. I don’t care. It was a glorious and stubborn fight to the end, and may the best man lose. Sometimes bitter defeat tastes nearly as good as victory champagne.
Of course, there is no way you can cut a corner to get a better drive out of it in order to be able to pass your competitor in the next one. In other words, you are not allowed gain from cutting corners - hence righteous Hamilton penalty. But it changes little; the championship is still going the way of Hamilton or Massa.
Normally, I’d have given up the season by now. But we saw fire in Kimi today, and as long as it burns, I’m going to keep my hands warm. Maybe, just maybe. Well, it’s a slim just and a long maybe. Still, let me add those three dots to it, those three little black smudges that stand for open book and blank pages…
Today, in Tallinn, I took the first spin on my brand new bike. Next weekend, I’m picking it up, and driving it to Finland. You will hear more later; I’ll be loud. This infinitely important statement shall do for now:
I am back.