Ok, something is going on with the universe that I think should be cause for alarm. Maybe there really is something to this 2012 Doomsday theory. Once I heard that the Mexican GP was not going well, I pretty much jumped under a table and braced myself for the inevitable. Let’s do a quick word association, where I will mention something and you say what comes to mind first. Ok, here we go…..Mexico. Did you think of sprawling, lush scenery underscored by a symphony of upbeat Latino professionalism? Because I know I did. Seriously, what the fuck is going on here?
I was pretty shocked to hear about the riders boycotting the qualifying motos. I mean, a few dead bodies on the side of the road and a dust storm of biblical proportions should not be a hindering factor in a rider’s focus on race day. Maybe they are getting soft in the contemporary era. Back in the day, dudes would have been scooping up bodies and throwing them on the track, just to add a little spice to the mix. I feel like if the founding fathers of moto heard about this they would put out their lit cigarettes on our arms, then spit mouthfuls of flaming absinthe in our crying faces.
Oh, and absolutely worth noting: The American rider toughed it out and rode the qualifying race. Fuck you, every other country in the world, you are all pussies. This is why America wins everything all the time, ever – when the going gets tough, we get going. Sitting on your asses, eating Nutella, sipping a macchiato is no way to make it to the top, Euros. And no one cares that the Euros eventually won the GP. Didn’t even know that happened. Completely insignificant, I might even be making it up, I don’t know.