Images: Johan Zarco Holeshots and Leads His First MotoGP Race. And Then …

Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can ..
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine
He’s haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force …
She’s hoping in time that her memories will fade
‘Cause he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course
He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse
Marco Guidetti
But he’s striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns …



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