October 2010

VI Day Ricardo Tormo - Cheste - 2 and 3 October 2010

First

Squadra assistance to this wonderful event. And not the last ...

As last week in Calafate, Oscar could not attend despite having reservations. Luckily
not come, because the 900 (to be fucked in Calafat) is here confirmed that it was only a cylinder, by the failure of a pick-up on. So anyway, he could not shoot. Also

we took the Ducati, to be "distracted" in the paddock. They were two days ahead, and with the help of the Territorial amiwitos Circus goers, just to confirm the damage and how to solve it.

Thanks to friends Bimota Club de Catalunya

Well, the mess.

batches were planned Saturday and Sunday, so we decided to introduce there Friday afternoon, unload, assemble and prepare the "motorhome" for the night in the paddock. This photo perfectly guess which is the motorhome for Il Capo. Still, the Squadra squeamish preferred to go to sleep in a hotel ... I do not understand ...

The paddock is that the night was a festival. Among the Squadra Sutge, Igualadins els, the Vilafranquins, the Maneteros and other unsavory characters, bundled brown.

the morning was something else, and you wake up the Ducati of mono ... mmm ... priceless.

But we ride, and well. Cloudy, with a short hour between round and round, to eat, drink, walk and admire other mechanics.

The big shock came to us in the first round, when a trail of oil on the track without signaling (where were the flags?) Made one almost got the Pegasus And some do completed by the ground and put some grass trophy Cheste. Pure lottery.

There are suspicions about who threw oil on the track ... but that's not important. As the saying goes, racing is racing, and you better be taking on what can happen to us.

But setbacks aside, we finally got the 500 performances. And how! A cucumber. Now I have hit with the development ...

With

of Lamaneta Taglioni, we have some great pictures on the track. Thank you thank you thank you!!

As an example of some of the friendships that we do for these circuits, there go the Igualadins ...