Battleground
Have you ever walked on holy ground before the battle? That feeling you get in the middle of a road, in the silence, imagining the thousands of horses (HP, of course) and the deafening noise that only the very next day, will break that seemingly untouchable peace. The atmosphere is magical and the air seems so thin. You can hear the birds chirping and the sound of leaves, watching the sky and see trees and rocks that you would not be able to, while committing yourself to hold your rear tires with you.
I love these moments, they make me enjoy the pleasure of waiting. They let the event begin even before it is officially started and make you enter into a relationship agreement with that road, that battlefield, which may be a racing circuit or a beautiful mountain road. Yesterday I’ve been once again between the bends of the Turini and in less than 5 days, we will drive on the same roads with more than 60 supercars and sports cars and more than 120 car guys, ready to unleash hell. I imagined how it could be, but despite having a vivid imagination, I could not delineate the carporn exaggeration that we will put into play this weekend. The road instead, it knows that. It knows how to take us by the throat and how to wrench our guts. It knows how to test each of us, even those who have never driven this iconic place, considered (rightly) among the most beautiful in the world. The road is a sacred monster and this Sunday we will blast through the same corners of the best drivers in the world, those heroes who do not fear rain or the dark of the night. Sunday we’ll all be heroes.
I’d say no more, indeed I ask you to leave a comment. Maybe before, but especially after you have taken part in the tour of July, 3rd. Warm-blooded or cold. It matters little. And soon you’ll understand why.
Words by Alex Marrone
Photo by Giorgia Rossi