Movistar cancels championship party at Valencia.

Juan Derribar said:

Rumor is the whole paddock is cuming

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High Side said:

I hope they don't bail on the sponsorship for next year. Not that Yamaha would have an issue filling it.. this is just terrible for the sport and the fans.

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JPSLotus said:

The doors opened to a darkened ballroom with a few solitary lights shining down from the dark above.

Adorning the walls are vibrant Movistar-Yamaha banners. One wall is a shrine to the great Valentino Rossi showing off all of his world title moments. On another is showing off the successes of Jorge Lorenzo. Ice sculptures of Jorge Lorenzo and Valentino Rossi are strategically placed around the room.

On a table is a tray piled high with the dark, rich Beluga caviar. Next to the caviar are seemingly endless bottles of Moet Chandon, waiting to be opened in celebration. Another table is filled with a seemingly endless cornucopia of the finest foods one can find in Europe.

The DJ station has the finest Technics turntables, just waiting to be touched...but untouched because there is no DJ.

Banners, streamers, and balloons are in abundance...all presumably to celebrate the pending world championship one of the riders will clinch tomorrow night.

However, missing from all of this is...life. The room is untouched, looking like a moment that was frozen in time with a stopwatch. There will be no party in Valencia this year...one of the riders saw to it that the joy was stolen.

But suddenly, there is movement, and a haphazardly zombie-like figure shambles into the middle of the dance floor, where a solitary beam of light penetrates down from the heavens. The figure reveals himself to be a man...an unclothed man. A small appendage extends from the nether regions of this man. He is clearly captive to some unspoken arousal. A huge sigh escapes from his lips and he slumps down to the floor on his knees with the airs of a man who is deeply unfulfilled. He tilts his had backwards and mutters an utterance towards an unlistening deity, "But it was supposed to be perfect. This was supposed to be the 10th...and now we have nothing."

It is only when we get closer, that we realize the unnamed man, is in fact named...for it is none other than Talps.

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Talpa said:

You have a lot of time on your hands ....?

I'd give you a thumbs up if this was funny, but its mostly lame and probably plagiarized.

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JPSLotus said:

The doors opened to a darkened ballroom with a few solitary lights shining down from the dark above.

Adorning the walls are vibrant Movistar-Yamaha banners. One wall is a shrine to the great Valentino Rossi showing off all of his world title moments. On another is showing off the successes of Jorge Lorenzo. Ice sculptures of Jorge Lorenzo and Valentino Rossi are strategically placed around the room.

On a table is a tray piled high with the dark, rich Beluga caviar. Next to the caviar are seemingly endless bottles of Moet Chandon, waiting to be opened in celebration. Another table is filled with a seemingly endless cornucopia of the finest foods one can find in Europe.

The DJ station has the finest Technics turntables, just waiting to be touched...but untouched because there is no DJ.

Banners, streamers, and balloons are in abundance...all presumably to celebrate the pending world championship one of the riders will clinch tomorrow night.

However, missing from all of this is...life. The room is untouched, looking like a moment that was frozen in time with a stopwatch. There will be no party in Valencia this year...one of the riders saw to it that the joy was stolen.

But suddenly, there is movement, and a haphazardly zombie-like figure shambles into the middle of the dance floor, where a solitary beam of light penetrates down from the heavens. The figure reveals himself to be a man...an unclothed man. A small appendage extends from the nether regions of this man. He is clearly captive to some unspoken arousal. A huge sigh escapes from his lips and he slumps down to the floor on his knees with the airs of a man who is deeply unfulfilled. He tilts his had backwards and mutters an utterance towards an unlistening deity, "But it was supposed to be perfect. This was supposed to be the 10th...and now we have nothing."

It is only when we get closer, that we realize the unnamed man, is in fact named...for it is none other than Talps.

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