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Where are the Ducati Desmosed...oh, wait.Rossi and his 9 title winning bikes
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yeah it's insanePS, ever seen his "Dainese museum"?
I gain no satisfaction whatsoever from watching him aimlessly circulate at the back of the field and deprive an upcomer of a ride in the process. It's like a once legendary band or musician on these nostalgia trips that believe their own hype and have become an anachronism, a parody of themselves refusing to step out of the spotlight and accept that they are no longer artistically relevant. I will however certainly enjoy the fact it's his last race weekend and that many of those that are fans of the 46 brand as opposed to the sport of motorcycle racing will be heading in the same outward direction.Lets enjoy Vale´s last race weekend
I gain no satisfaction whatsoever from watching him aimlessly circulate at the back of the field and deprive an upcomer of a ride in the process. It's like a once legendary band or musician on these nostalgia trips that believe their own hype and have become an anachronism, a parody of themselves refusing to step out of the spotlight and accept that they are no longer artistically relevant. I will however certainly enjoy the fact it's his last race weekend and that many of those that are fans of the 46 brand as opposed to the sport of motorcycle racing will be heading in the same outward direction.
Not looking for acceptance at all - nor antagonistic. Trust me, to those neutral fans of the sport, the idolisation, mythology and constant unrelenting "GOAT" nonsense over the last quarter of a century is infinitely more irritating. Glad to see the back of him and his deranged cult following.Yawn... Your repetitive aversion to VR46 becomes boring... it is already accepted ✌️
In 2007, my dad had a major heart attack. Technically, he was dead for 20 mins with only CPR keeping his heart beating and oxygen in his body. In fact if it wasn't for the quick actions of the person who's house he was at (he was putting an alarm in a guy's car) in doing CPR he would have been gone forever.
Dad was in a coma for 4 days. When he woke up, his brain was rooted. He could talk, but he had no idea of his name, his age, where he lived, didn't recognise family etc.
We were told that we should expect our dad was gone and this new person who didn't recognise himself or us would be living with a carer for the rest of his life. My sister, brother and I were grieving because we believed our dad was gone and we would never have him back with us again.but we were also told to try to help him by bringing in things from home, playing familiar music, and visiting and talking frequently. You could see in his face he recognised our faces but couldn't work out how he knew us.
My brother had brought in some of dad's go kart trophies from his shed. I was visiting one day and chatting to him and he asked 'what are all these trophies for?' I said 'they're yours. You won them in go karting'. He said 'I race go karts? that's cool!' I said 'yes dad you do, your race number is 46.' He said '46? that's the same as Valentino Rossi!
At that moment - I knew that my dad was still in there, I knew we should not give up and we had to help him fight. He had his memories, they were just all jumbled up and mixed around like a filing cabinet that had been knocked over, and we had to help him put them in order again. And slowly but surely, he started doing other things that were familiar too - he called my nephew 'little dude' which was the nickname he had given him (couldn't remember his name was Eli though), he remembered he was from New Zealand (he was convinced he was at the airport waiting for his flight to Australia), and he wanted to watch the '500cc world championship' because (in his words) 'Valentino Rossi is the 250 world champion, I recon he could win the 500's one day'.
It was a long hard road - Dad's heart attack was 7 December 2007 and after 3 months in hospital he moved to a rehab centre for another 3 months before he was able to come home. If you were to talk to him today, you'd have no idea of how messed up his brain was - you'd just go 'his short term memory is a bit shit'. But that one comment from him where he recognised that 46 was Rossi's number was what gave me hope that one day he might be ok.
Just curious, did your Dad ever do any motorcycling in New Zealand before he moved to Australia?He could name you every motorcycle he ever owned.