Still searching for fun that doesn’t include the church or naked men we headed down to Imola’s Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari to give it its full name to watch the World Super Bikes. I’m not really into this or the Moto GP all that much truth be told but seeing as it was on the way, why not? I’ve been to a few of these over the years across Europe and it’s pretty much the same set up wherever you go. Namely, turn up and park near the circuit, kindly turn down the touts ‘special offer’ of paddock passes for €80 and buy a ticket at the ticket office for €35, grab a beer and hotdog, buy a t-shirt, stroll around and try to find some sort of view of both the giant TV’s and a few corners and lastly...watch open mouthed as the riders defy physics and the grim reaper all the time while listening to the glorious sounds from the various engine types. This was no different except for the second race we managed to sneak up onto the seated area and view the whole spectacle pretty well.
Not really knowing any of the racers and with so many Brits listed I was in danger of supporting a non Englishman so I went with Mirka’s Czech man, Jakub Smrž of the Ducati Effenberg team. Typically a middle order rider he finished in seventh for race one and then went and crashed out on the second.
At the end of the second race thanks to their big Czech flag tied up to the fence we met a group of Czechs who where there following JM and we joined them and the Italians in storming the circuit to be part of the podium champagne celebrations. All good stuff and with Florence still 90km down the road we even had time for a last picture or two...
Still searching for fun that doesn’t include the church or naked men we headed down to Imola’s Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari to give it its full name to watch the World Super Bikes. I’m not really into this or the Moto GP all that much truth be told but seeing as it was on the way, why not? I’ve been to a few of these over the years across Europe and it’s pretty much the same set up wherever you go. Namely, turn up and park near the circuit, kindly turn down the touts ‘special offer’ of paddock passes for €80 and buy a ticket at the ticket office for €35, grab a beer and hotdog, buy a t-shirt, stroll around and try to find some sort of view of both the giant TV’s and a few corners and lastly...watch open mouthed as the riders defy physics and the grim reaper all the time while listening to the glorious sounds from the various engine types. This was no different except for the second race we managed to sneak up onto the seated area and view the whole spectacle pretty well.
Not really knowing any of the racers and with so many Brits listed I was in danger of supporting a non Englishman so I went with Mirka’s Czech man, Jakub Smrž of the Ducati Effenberg team. Typically a middle order rider he finished in seventh for race one and then went and crashed out on the second.
At the end of the second race thanks to their big Czech flag tied up to the fence we met a group of Czechs who where there following JM and we joined them and the Italians in storming the circuit to be part of the podium champagne celebrations. All good stuff and with Florence still 90km down the road we even had time for a last picture or two...
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