MOTOGP: SAY HI TO JACK MILLER! (DUTCH GP)

Author : cmunroe

Like the Titanic, a block of ice slaughtered England and Italy sent the mob for Spain – Euro 2016! But all that pales in comparison to events which fell from the heavens in Assen.

It was a day for new winners. The rain sowed seeds of uncertainty. The stars were expected to shine, but they, The Usual Suspects, with one exception, faltered and descended into a pile of scrap metal!

At Assen, a deserving hero emerged from the mist. The second segment of the restarted race – which was red flagged due to standing water on the track – was always poised to deliver drama. What Hollywood is known to deliver was expected, but the degree to which it materialised could not have been anticipated by the students of  actuarial science!

ROSSI

Rossi, capitalizing on his momentum from Catalunya, glimpsed an opportunity and like a lion chasing a deer, he salivated! Dovizioso and his rapid Ducati grabbed a petition and made their objection known. They clung to P1 like curry to a white Polo shirt, but Rossi’s attack was inevitable. Rossi blitzed by and claimed P1.

Dovizioso drafted a response but his machine was not equipped to handle extensive duress and the tyres revealed a coward’s reluctance. Dovizioso, like an imploding building, crashed, devoid of pride!

Rossi, with Dovi’s departure gained some freedom and challenged fate. Fate fought back. Rossi chose blistering speed at a time when patience was the better option. His wayward judgement was revealed in dramatic fashion. Rossi kissed and embraced the gravel trap! DNF.

Marc Marquez, I will unreservedly state, is the best rider on the grid and when he grabs the bit, the devil seated at the sauna in hell, shivers! With Rossi’s demise Marquez inherited P1 and went in search of the checkered flag. But, a hero sat on the seat the raindrops provided.

JACKASS

The land down under has an uncanny habit of producing rugged, courageous, ruthless, but calm characters. We can now add JackAss to the list of ‘cool’ Australians. JackAss was proudly displayed at the top of his pit-board.

I know not much about Jack Miller . I have read it stated that he comes alive in the wet. At Assen he did not only come alive . At Assen, like a Pepsi, that was violently rocked while trapped in its sealed bottled, then released, Jack Miller exploded!

Like a guillotine after a medieval rebellion, Jack Miller sliced his way from P8 when the race resumed, until he was disrupting Marc’s exhaust note. In a show of force, JackAss blasted by the double world champion and unlike Lot’s wife, he correctly chose, not to look back!

Marquez is a warrior, but his fight faded when he opted for the ‘big picture’-result, which was possibly enhanced by Jack’s obvious and unyielding poise.

The JackAss won in Assen and I am happy. Happy because the light belongs to all the riders on the grid and some riders are simply waiting for their moment. A moment appeared and Jack ‘JackAss’ Miller seized it and wrung its neck. And we all benefited!

JackAss brought additional flair to the victory-dance, pulling some of the most impressive stand up wheelies I have seen for a long time. Burnouts were distributed in parc ferme!

Say hi to Jack Miller! I hope it rains more often!

Cecil Munroe Gleaner On-Line Writer

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