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Matt S - A motor sport and music lover - writer for First Active Media with a passion for MotoGP and interviewing controversial and interesting people

Lies and Liars – Catch Them Out

Miss DissLies come in many guises, there are the big lies we tell to save ourselves, then there are the smaller lies that get told to say save a relationship, and then there are lies we tell ourselves. If I had a special abilty it would be to tell if someone was lying, although that could also be a curse.

I find myself analysing how people are acting while they are talking more than listening and analysing the words. It is said that bin a conversation with a stranger, more than half of what they tell the other person is usually a lie of some scale.

Its human nature to naturally take people at face value because that is what we would like to believe. Luckily enough for those that want the truth, the body itself can never lie. People give off micro expressions that say what they are not.

Take these key actions the truth seeker can look for…

1. Body Language- Sweating, fidgeting, and folded arms are all very obvious signs of discomfort with the conversation.

2. Details- Liars have a tendency to be vague and skip over the small things. Asking in depth questions and asking for particular details the person will start to slip up with the inability to keep track of the additional “facts” in lies.

3. Aggresiveness – After being caught, liars tend to become aggresive and try to “push” the other person away. Anger is a very large tell to the reaction of a question thats a lie.

4. Eyes- Being that were are human and we are by nature “do-gooders” its difficult for a liar to keep eye contact during confrontation.

5. Stress – Again this is a reaction in the eyes and also the voice. Pupils dilate during times of stress (though it may be sexual attraction because that gives the same response) and the voice will elevate to a higher pitch.

6. Long Pauses- For most, lies don’t usually appear immediately in the mind. They take a pause after a question to formulate to make the most sense. Listen for the long pauses and be wary.

7. Repeat it- Police investigators ask suspects to repeat their story and look for inconsitencies in the stories. Also, liars think in a for the moment “forward” motion. Get the person to reiterate the events backwards, and they will struggle to do so.

8. Self Declaration- Someone who really wants to be believed, despite our natural ability to trust, will reinforce the fact that they’re being honest. Phrases to look for are “trust me,” “truth be told,” and “to be honest with you.”

9. Itching and Scratching- Someone telling a lie will scratch their nose, tug their ear or rub their neck while lying. These are self comforting tactics.

10. Trust Yourself- Intuition can be a wonderful thing. Trust yourself above all. If someones story doesn’t make sense ask yourself why.

Roslyn – Life guru

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Sexy Story A Secret Revealed Part 1

Sexy Story: Hugo – A Secret Revealed

It was snowing again, the heavy flakes almost completely obscured Hugo’s view as he watched them falling. A few flakes were blown onto the glass by the gusting wind sticking to the glass before sliding onto the window sill.

It was clear that they were snowed in leaving Hugo feeling as bleak as the weather, as a sense of being trappedovercame him.

Skye was naked and moving gracefully around his large bedroom. She had disrobed naughtily, like a burlesque dancer performing her teasing striptease. Skye always felt comfortable when naked in fact she revelled in the attention and power it brought her cast Hugo a mischievous look, tossing her hair to get the fell effect. She wandered round the bedroom lighting candles, their flickering light casting shadows across the soft curve of her stomach, her small breasts slightly bouncing as she moved. Her skin glowed a warm golden colour in the soft flickering light. Her long blonde hair almost glowed as the golden light played on her flowing curls, she was an artists dream.

The snow continued to fall outside and Hugo slipped into a trance forgetting his fears for a while allowing his mind to drift.So mesmerised by the falling flakes he didn’t notice Skye as she moved seductively around his bedroom. Any other man entranced by the vision inside rather than the snow outside but not Hugo.

Soon she would turn her full attention to Hugo and come to him wanting to have passionate sex, but for now the candles held her attention.

Hugo’s thoughts turned away from the snowy window and into the room, his gaze meandered around settling on a large oval glass bowl on a small black laquered cabinet. He used it to keep keys, credit cards, cufflinks his watch, and other odd items that had no home, but you might need to put your hands on quickly. As his gaze settled on this Skye scattered the bowls contents onto the polished table, sprinkling in what looked like a heap of pot pourri.

Then almost like a witch casting a spell she lit a match and set fire to the contents wafting out the flames with a hand. A curl of pale pink smoke headed up to the ceiling twisting and curling as the air moved around the bedroom slowly infuseding everywhere with a heady scent of musk and sweet herbs.
The fragrance reminded Hugo of a church mass and perfumed scents of incense that hung in the air as he slipped into the bed and lay naked beneath the feather duvet, his manhood persistently flaccid not at all aroused by Skye’s naked beauty. He closed his eyes. She put on some music; Bolero, by Ravel.

Hugo had unusual tastes and admitted to himself he was strange, interestingly he thought males like himself were repulsive yet he still followed his fantasies like an addiction. At times he felt the weight of destiny crushing him and he wondered if he would be able to cope feeling that there was something broken in him and he was unable to fix it.Why wasn’t he be like other men, Hugo often pondered the question.

The he would close his eyes and think himself into the place where his sexual desires could be reached. He was well practiced at conjuring up the Deity. The Woman, the Mistress, who knew exactly what Hugo needed. Now was no different his thoughts caused him to get aroused, he felt himself harden. The Mistress always wielded a whip, she’d tie him up, bind him so that the coarse ropes bit into his wrists and ankles. He’d never seen the Mistress’ face. She always wore a mask. But Hugo knew her eyes. Dark eyes, burning with lust and indignation. Hugo didn’t know her name. He did not dare ask.

Skye continued to light candles, she padded around on the polished wooden floor of his bedroom, then stopped to rummage in a drawer in the base of his wardrobe. Oh, that was where she’d found the candles; the pot pourri too. He remembered, his ex-wife raiding the shelves of the local hardware shop, buying all sorts of junk when it had closed down.

Skye placed some candles on the shelf of the wooden window seat. When she lit them he could see their flames reflected back in the dark glass.

He’d been seeing Skye for just over three weeks and so far he had avoided sex. He hated the effort, the mess, the disappointment. Oh, he always managed to perform, even to complete the process to seeming satisfaction, but it always left him feeling empty and resentful. Knowing that something was missing, it should have been better. The spark that something more.

But Hugo’s secret changed all that He had to strive to be normal, not to let his terrible needs overwhelm him. Besides, how would any decent woman react if he asked her to spank him, whip him until he was bruised and bloody? Abuse him with a dildo?

In his own mind Hugo could already see and feel the disapproval the disgust, the ridicule, the spiteful laughter when she told her friends. He imagined the scorn in Skye’s deep hazel eyes if he were to asked her to tie him up.

He turned his thoughts to the revulsion in his wife’s face when he’d begged her to push a finger in his anus when they made love; was it so much to ask? Apparently it had been.

Now thanks to the weather they were snow bound at least until the morning, it was inevitable that he and Skye would indulge in sex.he was trapped, he could prevaricate no longer.

Skye made no secret of that she was going to have sex with him, even from their first date. at the restaurant, where they had dined, she’d slipped off her killer stiletto shoe and laughingly reached her stockinged foot out beneath the small table. She’d trailed her foot between his legs, brushing his crotch as she wiggled her toes. She’d picked up his hand and sucked sweet sauce from his fingers.

On the drive home, she’d placed her hand on his crotch and stroked him to erection. The outside her home she’d unzipped him, marvelling and exclaiming at his size, rubbing her thumb over the weeping slit. She’d lowered her head and lapped at the head, playfully bouncing him from side to side with her cheek. She’d even got a little rough and burrowed beneath his cock, nipping at the delicate skin of his scrotum with sharp, white teeth.

The evening had ended with her taking his cock into her mouth, lovingly nuzzling and licking the moist head. She wiggled her tongue into the little slit. She had showed no squeamishness at sliding him into her throat. She had a trick of contracting her throat muscles, massaging the underside of his cock. When he exploded she took it into her mouth, gulping and swallowing. Sperm drooled from her lips; her small, pointed tongue licking up the drips as if she didn’t intend to waste a drop. It was an intensely erotic image for Hugo to hold in his mind. Her kiss afterwards had ravenous; she ravaged his mouth with her tongue and teeth, biting and plundering. Hugo tasted the heady cocktail of his seed mixed with her saliva.

Her sexual assertiveness had aroused him, but he knew that it was just a game; the next time she would want him to take the initiative. He’d been there before; he could write the script. It always ended with them wanting to know what he was thinking. He hated that.

The room glimmered in the flickering candlelight. He watched her through half closed eyes as she swayed to the rhythm of the music.

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Bad Day – My Bad Day

daily-disMy Bad Day

Louise

I often hear people complain that I never have a bad day said in a manner that almost seems to be wishing a bad day upon me. In response I think that it sucks that this is being wished on me. There are others who misread what I say thinking I’ having bad days when really, it’s just what happens when the sarcasm is lost in translation.

So let me share my bad day. It started with a mechanic/part time dancer who has been trying to date me. Our paths have crossed regularly including this particular morning. As things stood the relationship was, I wasn’t disinterested, but I wasn’t interested, so we were treading the line where numbers had been exchanged but I wasn’t acting on it. I don’t date. There at least half the problem stood, add the fact I tend to ignore my phone, which only serves to further complicate the condition. But the other half of the problem became clear when I walked back to my car and spotted a red rose on the windshield.

Innocent maybe, that is until I walk around to the boot to collect my laptop there was another token of his mechanical affection. The thin brake light strip that runs above the handle had been removed. For a moment I freaked out, thinking someone had broken into my car (the lock was exposed and my laptop is my most precious essential), but a closer look showed nothing had been tampered with. There wasn’t a scratch on the car, but light had been removed with the infinite care, you could almost say with love.

The last time something like this had happened was with also with a mechanic and a spirited away an easy replaced missing part of my Beetle. I was 18, it was my first car and I loved that Beetle.

The disappearance of a part at the perfect time as next thing you know that mechanic had me in his shop making a hero of him. He just happened to have the exact part in stock, for the beat up old VW a make and model his shop didn’t specialise in. It looked used, like the one I was missing, actually. I may have been so overcome with his masculinity that I dated him.

This time the mechanic in question ha been telling me how great he is at working on Beemer’s for weeks (oh by the way I own a BMW). If I ever need help with my car, he ’d said as he handed me his number, I’ just a phone call away.

He kept texting to make sure I got that rose all day. so I finally responded that if the rose had been the only surprise on my car this may have gone differently.

After that he stopped texting, not even to pretend to not know what I was talking about.The stripping-my-car-because-you-can’t-fix-my-real-problems stunt just doesn’t work on me (anymore).

So I charged into Starbucks, feeling angry and violated, worried about rain running into my boot. I was upset so I ordered coffee, and a cookie, and plugged the computer in. The Starbucks lady offered to heat the cookie and it warmed my heart.

Then she placed it up on the bar for me and a shifty looking bloke tried to steal my cookie.

It was time to get out of this area. My horse is stabled a sixty minute drive from where I was so time for a little relaxation so I called my sister to see if she was free for a drive and ride. I collected my sister and her friend and we drove, with me bleating on for twenty five minutes of the thirty minute drive, and I added the cookie thief in the mix.

Now I knew it was a bad day – It started raining, which made the other drivers slow down. I got stuck between a line of trucks then sped up when I caught a window. 70 -80 – 90 miles per hour.

At last the M6 to Lancaster is three lanes each direction on perfectly landscape less land running in a perfectly rigid line. The conversation started to lifted my mood by retelling stories of past road trips. My sister and I talked about how she’s bad luck, and how I only get speeding tickets when she’s in the backseat, and how it’s been five years since I let her in the back seat because the last time I got two tickets two days in a row, and it’s been smooth sailing ever since I rid myself of my cursed passenger.

This conversation happened, of course, as I sped past a traffic cop parked in a run off at over 70 mph more likely 100 mph.

And it had, of course, never occurred to us to maybe not jinx ourselves by talking about it, or at least put her to the front seat.

Any way the long and short of it is I got a speeding ticket. He didn’t even ask first if I knew why I got pulled over. We all knew why I got pulled over. And I didn’t try to talk him out of it or show cleavage because he dropped the clocked speed to 80 to ease up on me and I didn’t want to push my luck right into a reckless driving charge.

Then we continued on, speeding to make up for lost time, agreeing that my sister would never again occupy the backseat, while she continued to occupy the backseat, and I continued to speed.

We drove over and saw my horse, fed him apples groomed him before it turned to evening darkness. If you ’re unfamiliar with roads that meander across country back to the motorway especially those lacking common decencies, like lighting, and people ride strange things, like tractors, and cows then prepare for the unexpected.

First up I almost hit a cat, five minutes later I almost hit a kitten, and a badger, well at least it seemed like one.

Without the time pressure it was enough to slow me to a speed more in range of the posted limit. There was a eat-in on the way back so we pulled in for homemade hot rolls and strawberry jam with strong steaming hot coffee.

We placed a couple of complicated orders that considering the place was soon to close must have hacked the staff off. In the spirit of reconciliation I smiled up at the waitress, whose face was devoid of the slightest sign of humour, displaying a mixture of anger and pain in equal amounts… I added, it’s ok if you want to spit in our food. I would too.

She smiled or more accurately grimaced no doubt out of guilt, probably because she already planned on it, or was thinking it at that exact moment, and everyone gets a kick out of irony.

When the food arrived mine displayed a fine specimen of a pubic hair. It may not have actually been a pubic hair, but more likely, the tightly coiled brunette lock of a short-haired cook, but either way these things are suspicious when found in food. It wasn’t even convincingly mixed in. It was centralised in full display pride of place on the chicken.

I asked Sis, who was also a waitress in her college days, and we discussed the best course of action. I didn’t want to be the douche who sent it back, or the one who had it taken off the bill, but I didn’t want to be the mug who ate a plucked pubes with a hair-light either. I looked for accompanying spit. It was hard to tell.

Ironically was reminded myself that it would be difficult to complain about any spit found on the plate, having previously given the waitress permission to do just that when ordering in the first place.
In the end I decided to let the waitress decide the best course of action, and I just tipped excessively. We made a pact not to ask for anything else for the rest of the meal, and we ate with our hands when we realised there was no cutlery.

So here I am sitting in another cafe, worrying about water leaking into my boot, rusting the lock while at the same time mulling over the texts about the rose, and had it has made me a bitch, for not acknowledging said rose.

The quandary, if I acknowledge the rose, it will end in a police report, where I’ maybe going to at the same time see what can be done about that ticket and the cookie thieves. I’ still willing to shoulder the blame for the tainted food.

Now that’s a bad day

 

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The Revenge Of The Jilted Lover

This week it as been all about the revenge of the jilted woman as both Brandi Glanville and Liberty Ross hit back in different ways at their wayward love rats..

Brandi GlanvilleLiberty Ross the model wife of Rupert Sanders, remember him getting caught in cheating with Kristen Stewart who also was in a relationship at the time a few months ago. Now Liberty has stripped off for a magazine photo shoot to show off her stunning figure to everyone revealling just what he left behind after his fling.

Model Ross, 34, reminded Hollywood director Rupert Sanders, 42, exactly what he’s missing as she filed for divorce last week — months after he was caught in a clinch with his Snow White and the Huntsman star, 22.

Ross said: “I feel like recently I am finding out who I am.” and now we certainly have a deeper knowledge of the model.Kristin Stewart also lost out as following a breif reconcilliation with Robert Pattinson, 26, he duped the love rat.

Another jilted model Brandi Granville has released a revealing account of her life after splitting fron ex Eddie Cibrian who cheated on her before moving on to LiAnn Rhimes. Revealations included spending $12000 on vaginal reconstructive surgery which she charged to his credit card and revealling how Cibrian loved to watch her during lesbian love sessions.

 

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Today

It still looks bad for Robin Gibb, could be another talent passing into history again very soon – lets hope not.
What about Simon Cowell and Dannii Minogue – naughty boy – no wonder there was so much jealousy on the X Factor judging panel.
Then we have a member of Pippa Middletons bunch of idiot, out in a country that has just suffered a shooting tragedy waving a gun around pointing it at a camera man while the other prats look on giggling still money and posh schoiols doesn’t gaurantee brains. It would have been interesting if someone had pointed a gun at their party – wonder what the response would have been then.

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Gay ‘Cure’ Ad banned

Is this censorship ?

London transport chiefs ban ‘gay cure’ bus advert

Stonewall's bus advert The banned advert was set to mimic Stonewall’s campaign

Transport chiefs have banned an advert which suggested gay people could be cured.

The campaign, mimicking an initiative by pro-gay group Stonewall, claimed therapy could change sexual orientation and had been due to run on London buses from next week.

But Transport for London (TfL) has now confirmed the adverts have been scrapped after an outcry.

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MotoGP A New Beginning

It was an interesting Valencia post season official test this year,

The post season test is normally has all the feel of the new season as for the first time we can actually see the new bikes compared with each other. It’s a time when riders move to a new team and for the first time get in the saddle of the new charge showing us whether they will have the potential to challenge for the podium. Will they gel with the bike -  will the team accept them – have they made the correct decision – all questions that have to be answered ahead of the following season and it’s the day when we can first compare factory developments.

Monday the first day of official MotoGP testing in Valencia saw a concerned Alvaro Bautista wandering down the paddock devoid of racing leathers displaying no obvious signs of getting on a machine. 

His problem – he was contracted to test with Suzuki, but importantly he was in negotiations with Gresini. Early Tuesday and after much talking  Suzuki chief Paul Denning admitted to being resigned to the lose of the Spanish rider, and with the deal sorted with Gresini Bautista was left with nothing more than to announce to the press his decision.

This time around we had the added attraction of being able to welcome a new generation of bikes as MotoGP evolved into the 1000cc generation. We were to be treated to the spectacle of these machines sparring against each other having only witnessed them briefly at separate venues during the season.

Post Valencia testing though did have one thing in common with the 2011 season – Dani Pedrosa and Casey Stoner were busy showing why Honda dominance showed no sign of waning in the new era.

Off the track team managers were furiously working behind the scenes to get contracts while and media officers rushed to get press releases out and allow their respective new charges to participate in time for the test session.

Early Tuesday and with the departure of Bautista Randy de Puniet was seen ripping Pramac badges off his leathers before putting in three hours of testing on the Suzuki GSV-R.

With Suzuki still not committed to 2012 plans and only testing on Tuesday, there was a lot to prove in a very short time and De Puniet was not going to allow an opportunity to slip away. Posting the fourth fastest time on the 800cc GSV-R by the end of play, De Puniet finished ahead of the 1000cc Ducati and the Yamaha 800cc machines.

DePuniet will be hoping that it was three hours well invested and would be enough to persuade the Japanese factory that it is worthwhile to field one or two bikes next year and earn him a contract, despite the fact that the indecision would mean starting the year with 800s.

Over at Gresini the newly arrived Bautista on Hiroshi Aoyama’s 800cc bike from the grand prix weekend, the Spaniard posted the ninth-fastest time, two seconds off the 1000cc pace. Bautista’s season will be one of proving his pedigree, taking over from Marco Simoncelli will be a hard task as his contract is with Gresini rather than Simoncelli who’s contract was with HRC, factory support will have to be earned rather than given.

Also riding an 800cc Honda for the two days of testing was Moto2 world champion Stefan Bradl, who on Toni Elias’s bike immediately impressed team manager Lucio Cechinello with his ability to adapt. It seems only a matter of days now before an announcement is made tying Bradl to LCR.

Andrea Dovizioso’s move to Monster Yamaha Tech 3, ending a career lifetime with Honda to take up a seat on bike which he was certain even before he rode it, would suit his riding style.

The factory Yamaha engineers were eagerly anticipating Dovizioso’s arrival and the input and feedback from the rider with seven podiums on this year’s championship-winning bike under his belt.

Dovizioso’s technical debriefs were held not only with Tech 3 crew chief Guy Coulon and his satellite crew, but also attended by the injured Jorge Lorenzo’s crew chief Ramon Forcada.

Dovizioso finished the test fifth fastest, +1.4secs off his old team-mate Pedrosa’s fastest time of 1min 31.807secs, but with plenty of testing and development over the winter it will be interesting to see how much he and factory counterpart Ben Spies’ +0.5secs gap is reduced in February once that feedback is put into development.

At Ducati, a forlorn Nicky Hayden was sidelined by his Valevia GP injury while team mate Valentino Rossi busily set about testing the new twin-spar aluminium frame, although the factory were quick to point out that the bike was in its experimental stage.

Rossi the sessions sixth fastest, 1.52secs off the pace despite a season of heavy modifications to the bike he was unable to make inroads into last season’s +1.58secs . What the factory do between now and Sepang will be crucial in what is to be a make-or-break season in 2012, but Ducati are confident the new rules on official testing will aid their development.

The CRT (claiming rule teams) – of the six CRT’s who have initially secured a place on the 2012 grid on one was in attendance at Valencia: BQR were testing their FTR/Kawasaki rider Yonny Hernandez, who steps up from Moto2 with them.

Forward Racing, the only other entry with a confirmed rider and bike explained their test absence was due to Colin Edwards’ ongoing recovery from a shoulder dislocated in the crash in Sepang.

Kiefer Racing have decided to stay in Moto2, while Marc VDS and Paddock GP are showing no further appetite for a move into CRT. Andrea Iannone’s Speed Master team were delayed due to the uncertainty as to the riders ambitions for the Gresini vacancy before Bautista signed on the dotted line and with Gresini’s CRT ride looking certain to be given to their Moto2 rider Michele Pirro Speed Master are back working on their CRT plan.

Three new teams were testing – Spanish teams BQR Inmotec and Laglisse along with Italian outfit Gapam .

The times were well off the leaders  but it is still early days and with more testing time available to them than the MotoGP outfits, hopefully we will see an accelerated development by the time the Sepang tests are completed.

Aspar were the only current team not to test in Valencia, which was not surprising as the team had no rider and their bike options for their new CRT project are still unconfirmed., 

It is unlikely that the CRT bikes with production-based engines will prove competitive from the offset in a world of million-dollar development budgets and advanced electronics the teams will have a hard task in front of them, although the idea seems to be that over time there will be more CRTs and fewer factories.

The main issue to overcome if this is to happen will be how they get around the ever increasing leasing costs the factories are charging the satellite teams which have seen Gresini and Pramac down to one leased bike each and Aspar to abandon their MotoGP project altogether in favour of becoming a CRT, something has to be done to tackle the dwindling grid numbers in the premier class.

In efforts to reduce costs this year has seen the rules relaxed on rider testing and Dorna chief executive Carmelo Ezpeleta has now hinted at a change in regulations regarding electronics – arguably the biggest factor in the four seconds a lap between factory and claiming rules bikes – saying “in the future there will be equal electronics for everyone”.

If all these CRTs actually start 2012 along with Paul Bird’s expected entry, we could see over 20 bikes on the grid next season. With 2012 being a first tentative step for both the new teams and the regulators, the future of CRTs is an exciting possibility.

 

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Kim Kardashian

Really – supposedly after a mere 72 days and a $10 million wedding she has now filed for divorce, obviously that couple worked at making their marraige an enduring thing. My old gran will be turning in her grave her and Albert were married for 57 years until Albert died they loved every minute of their life together, even the hard times, painful times, and the good times. Only the dreaded big ‘C’ was able to split them up.

Still the rich and spoilt will carry on with their unfulfilled lives pampered and ruined.

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Strictly Come Dancing – Lewd

Don’t make me laugh… According to sources more than 300 viewers have complained to the BBC about Saturday’s episode of Strictly Come Dancing, saying the dancing was too raunchy.

The corporation said 325 viewers complained about footballer Robbie Savage’s hip-thrusting performance to the Michael Jackson hit Bad.

People commenting on the show’s blog called it “disgusting” and “tasteless”.

With another saying “Was horrified at Robbie’s performance, this is a family show, and to repeat that move three times was over the top!” not that they were watching in great detail, most people offended by something turn over to another channel after all what is the best way to vote through the tv remote.

Then again it may have been worse if they had tuned into the X Factor – now that is scarey but for all the wrong reasons. Talentless egotistical contestants sqaubbling judges and Louis Walsh that is worth compalining to the standards commission
Sad and pathetic BBC moaners I say get a life you 325 digusted’s of suberbia

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Marco Simoncelli

Marco Simoncelli the was the most exciting thing to happen to motorcycle racing since Valentino Rossi and eventual successor to his crown.

That sums up the guy, fearless on the track never intimidated by the reputation of others a born competitor and a born winner.

Yet here we are talking about the demise of a wonderful person and a talent lost to a sport that will be all the poorer for his absence.

It has taken me until today to really put these feelings and thoughts together my personal recollections about Marco Simoncelli.

I had the honour to meet Marco in the pit lane of Silverstone while on my way to talk to another MotoGP hero Nicky Hayden, and although my meeting was quick and fleeting you could not miss the aura the surrounded the man.

As he headed to his trailer followed by a crowd of ‘afro’ wig wearing fans it struck me as to how connected to his fans he was and the mutual appreciation between them..

His last moments of life were lap and a half of pure competitive racing, jousting with Alvaro Bautista, with skill panache, giving no quarter. Riding at the edge, the way he always did, relishing his one sporting passion that of adrenalin filled motorcycle racing.

Then that fateful tragedy on turn eleven when Marco lost control of his bike veering across and into Colin Edwards and Valentino Rossi with the resulting collision ending the life of the Italian.

Long time friend and mentor Valentino Rossi could not bring himself to talk to the media, he later took to his Twitter account and simply said: “Sic for me was like a youngest brother. So strong on track and so sweet in the normal life. I will miss him a lot.”

Marco Simoncelli will return home to Coriano, were the funeral will take place Thursday, October 27 at 3:00pm in the church of Santa Maria di Coriano. The Italian will be buried in the cemetery of this town, near Riccione, where he was born 24 short years ago.

‘God speed Super Sic 58′

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