The most interesting thing about the climax of the 2015 MotoGP season was that on track events exposed some uncomfortable truths, and in that sense has been very refreshing.
Just for once we thought we’d permit a little speculation to ride roughshod over hard nosed objective reporting… we spoke to three people who earn a living via the GP circuit to give us their unattributable word on who is actually going where next year. They’re too embarrassed to be named because even the lowliest Dorna flunky loathes being proved wrong, and since this is our idea of a little light relief we’re not too bothered about signed witness statements….
A lot of you will have seen this before, but this footage represents something which transcends sports photography. If feels more like an artwork.
For some time now, it has been evident that CS is riding at a sublime level.
Given average ability, you can ride bikes for a long time – for years – and still have the feeling you don’t quite get it. You can do track-days, refresher courses, race schools: you can improve the technical side of your riding, yet remain miles off your true capability.
Gay culture, camp concerns and motorcycling have been long term bed fellows, and Planet Bike is all the richer for it. We still need each other…
Biking has always had a special affinity with the gay world. Consider: the outsider image, with its stylised accoutrements and defined look; the thrill of the machines, and the implicit rejection of the straight, risk averse majority; the male camaraderie – all these things resonated in the bars of California’s naval ports and dockyards (already familiar landmarks on the queer map), when and where it all began: as the great disembarkation following WW2 got underway.