Piston & I

Valencia de Don Juan, Leon.
Artist Manolo Escotet shot me from the back, my greyhound around....

DIRTQUAKE II , moto heroes!!!

2013, Norfolk Arena, Kings Lynn, UK.
Second edition of Sideburn´s very famous "moto-mayhem" DirtQuake!!, the only place you could see Willy Wonka eating dust over his made-of-chocolate-chopper-monster!! An authentic madness that, Gods know, if it happen again next year, I´ll promise I´ll forget my bloody camera and I´ll "go fast turn left" with my horns on!! if not, it will be an incredibly waste of my time.... Congratulations Ben&Gary and all the Sideburn gang!!

My brain insane...

El Solitario Ducati Petardo for Wheels & Waves from El Solitario on Vimeo.

Time is running out and our dear Petardo is still a nasciturus. All the team is working hard to have it ready for the Biarritz party but we know this will be hard... BOOM!@#$ disappearing in a cloud of smoke!

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Valeria

U DON´T THINK ABOUT US

What are you dreaming of??
Valeria

PUBLICATION

REV , Motorcycle Culture, Portugal, August

GLADIATORS

Rye House Dirt Track, London, UK. A kids´ playground.

There are moments in your life where you feel that you have to do what your body ask you to do. That was my case a few weeks ago, decided to jump onto that flight to Liverpool to try out on my own flesh what was that dirt tracking thing about. The main idea was practicing for a couple of days on a private track up north UK, and then going doing towards London to the Rye House track, to practice once more on a bigger one , and finally race with the novel ones on Sunday.

The problem was that I not only tried it out on my flesh, but in my bones, so I ended up with a broken foot before Rye House. What I finally did was dragging myself on crutches to the Rye House race, just to see the real-skidding-pro-ones-motherfuckers.

What I found there was a wild horde coming for hell ready to turn left faster than anyone, no matter what, who is in front and not looking back. Kids and not so kids ready to fight to eat dust the less, riding on impossible positions all of them followed by a horrifyc red cloud of infernal dirt that hardly let you breathe. A spectacle worthy of a Coliseum, like authentics gladiators.

Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant!!.