Darrell ‘Dazza/Macca/Mac the Champ’ McIntyre tells you Ten Things about...
... Sepang, Malaysia, 2009.
10. Tech 3 Disaster
For the second race in a row Toseland got beat by Talma the Hungarian Road Block—this time by a whopping 45 seconds! On that evidence he’ll struggle to match Tommy Sykes’ performance on the R1 in WSBK next year, let alone trying to hold a candle to ...... Spies’ brilliance. End of season Portimao tests didn’t look to promising for mine, either, but then Jimmy T is probably used to being a second slower than his teammate by now.
As for Edwards, the development and set-up guru and his supposed ‘genius’ crew chief couldn’t make anything happen with their M1 this weekend, despite reams of data from years of testing at Sepang. Anchored at the foot of the timesheets all through practice and qualifying, when the heavens opened just before race start on Sunday, Colin was jumping up and down in pit lane like a snake had crawled inside his leathers and he was enjoying the sensation. His antics attracted a lot of attention from the other crews, and I wandered over to ask him why he was so happy. In his politest English, he said:
“Man, it’s ......’ pissin’ down. Woo hoo! Yeah! We’ve had such a ......’ .... weekend, and now everyone has to start from scratch.”
“You reckon you got a good wet set-up?” I asked.
“Who the .... cares, man? It can’t be any worse, can it?”
“Mate, be careful what you pray for, I reckon,” I replied.
Then Colin started blowing kisses to the crowd, to his crew, and planting them on his bike. I headed back to my pit garage wondering what the .... Monster put in their energy drinks. And my words proved to be prophetic, in that they came true: Edwards had his worse race of the season, barely finishing ahead of the Hungarian Road Block!
9. Chris Vermeulen
It rained. Vermin got sixth. The last time he got sixth, it also rained, in Le Mans. Apart from a fifth at Assen (practically a home race for Chris ‘Dutchie’ Vermeulen, and a track he could ride blindfolded) these are his best results for the season. That’s a cryin’ shame, on so many levels. Capers was miles back, having timidly wasted a second row start and he spent the race splashing around in the puddles looking completely lost. Vermin’s only three points down on sneaky little Loris in the points table now, yet the guy who’s been racing in GPs since Family Ties was on TV will be staying with the team next year and Chris will be moving on. Paul ‘Who cares about winning?’ Denning has signed Bautista for next year with a view to the future, but what does Capers give them that Vermin doesn’t? ...., if Suzuki just wanted to pair a rookie with a veteran for 2010, for the sake of ‘balance’ they might as well have signed me up!
8. Nicky Hayden
It was great to see Hayden take a leaf out of Rossi’s book and document his recent run of bad luck with a ‘funny’ sticker on his bike. Maybe he should start fondling his foot pegs and picking his leathers out of his arse-crack, too. It was even better to see him put in a good effort in the rain—considering how god-awful he was in the wet when he first came to Europe (I think only Randy Mamola performed worse when first confronted with the reality that you have to ride in the rain in GPs). I watched most of the race from the Ducati hospitality area (more on that below), and was impressed with the way he mixed it up with Lorenzo, Rossi and Melandri during the early stages. I wandered over to his pit garage afterwards to congratulate him, giving him a little tap on the bum, Aussie Rules style, with a “Well done, mate,” for good measure. He frowned, pointed to the sticker on his bike, and said, “I know you’re a friend of Puig’s.” Earl ‘Lord O Lordy Lord’ Hayden hustled me out of there just as I was asking Nicky if his Mum would give me a kiss on the lips, too. The Haydens are kind of ......s, really.
7. Andrea Dovisioso
Stolen Stallone Fedora’s and effeminate white neck scarves aside, what is Dovi’s contribution to Repsol Honda, and MotoGP in general? Next year he’ll be just one out of the 792 Italiano-Spaniard types on the grid. I worry that Andy will get lost in the crowd when compared to Hector ‘of the villainous pencil eyebrows’ Barbera, Pretty Boy Bautista, Sneaky little Loris (with the hot wife), Aleix ‘ginormous teeth’ Espargaro, Big hair Super Sic, Marco ‘I’m the real Marco’ Melandri, Valentino ‘Look at me! Look at me!’ Rossi, and Jorge ‘No, look at me! Look at me!’ Lorenzo. Dovi needs to get his act together, and some decent results wouldn’t hurt, either. But crashing out in the wet, while failing (again) to keep up with your tiny teammate isn’t gonna get it done, son.
6. Jorge Lorenzo
The Australasian swing didn’t turn out too good for Jorgey Boy. A Golden Duck in Australia and a disastrous fourth place (the only time he’s finished off the podium this year (when he’s finished the race)) slammed the door shut on his championship challenge for 2009. Phillip Island was just one of those unfortunate racing incidents, but his troubles at Sepang shows just what a joke electronics .... has made of Grand Prix racing. Lorenzo was forced to start from the back of the grid because his team couldn’t get Windows 7 to boot on either of his bikes to get them started. What were they thinking, installing an O.S. upgrade with only two races to go? I guess the race for a technological edge never stops...
It seems fair to label this as such, since the other Fiat Yamaha rider has had a couple of fourth place finishes in recent memory (Estoril 2009, Donington 2007) that resulted in much wailing and gnashing of teeth, the team holding long, earnest post-race conferences with furrowed brows and wringing hands, and culminating with angst-ridden press reports and vows on everyone's behalf to do better...
5. Valentino Rossi
Congratulations Vale, on another bloody championship. Anyone who wrote you off after 2006 and 2007 must have egg on their face, now, heh heh. How many winner’s and podium trophies and .... do you have now? I’d hate to be the one who has to keep them all polished and neat and tidy. Poor Uccio.
4. Dani Pedrosa
A fantastic first ever wet weather podium for Alby’s young charge. He looked so happy, too; first time I’ve ever seen him smile. I’ve always been a natural in the wet, so it’s hard for me to relate to those who are crap when the heavens open, but the guys who can work through their shortcomings... well, they’re the ones to watch, I reckon. I know he’s not really eligible for rookie of the year anymore, but they should give it to the kid, for mine.
3. Casey Stoner
What can you say about little Casey? Brilliant wet weather riding. He blitzed the field. It reminded me of Mick at Suzuka in ’92 (although Mick never knew when to take the foot off the pedal; he won that race by almost half a minute, and lapped the field up to tenth place). In the first half-dozen laps Stoner was two to three whole seconds a lap faster than the rest every lap. Wet weather tyres give soooooooo much grip these days guys can throw the knee down, and Stoner was even doing the ‘Rossi dangle’ under heavy breaking going into some left handers! Amazing stuff. He’s still a prick for not letting me follow him around during qualifying, though.
2. My Race
Never been a big fan of Malaysia. The weather’s fuggin’ horrible, the food’s not to my taste and the judiciary are a little zealous for my liking. Riding at Shah Alam was bloody hard yakka, and Johor even worse (thankfully we only went there once), but Sepang’s ok, I guess... if a little... soulless. Again, I was without my 5 star motorhome (can’t wait for Valencia!) and had to make do with a hideous burnt orange number that had just one air conditioner (which only went down to a piss poor 18 degrees Celsius!). Not so much in the way of night life, or track atmosphere this time, so I was pretty much all business this weekend. That was just as well, too, since, unlike everyone else, I didn’t have the benefit of a ....-load of pre-season testing to help get things sorted.
Friday practice was average, and I spent most of the session keeping Colin Edwards company at the arse-end of the timesheet. We couldn’t get enough grip out of the back tyre, and our electronics package is just hopeless. I also got into an on track argument with Kallio near the end of the session, with the stupid Finn saying I tried to push him off the track. Push him off the track? Bollocks! I made a hard pass, because I wanted his scrawny arse out of the way. When I push someone off the track, they'll bloody well know it!
That afternoon, sitting in my crappy, boiling motorhome I thought about jacking it all in, and catching the first flight up to Thailand. Funnily enough, at that moment, I heard a commotion out in the paddock over near where some of the 250 guys were set up. I went over to see what was up and found a bunch of Thais with paddock passes milling around in a group with everyone else ignoring them. They seemed to recognise me, and started shouting ‘Ratthapark’ ‘Ratthapark’ or some such thing. Now, my Thai is pretty rusty, but it was pretty clear they were honouring me in some way. I gave the thumbs up and joined in the chant, and they went bunta! Great stuff, it’s always nice to meet with my fans. But it seemed like the only word they knew, and I got bored after a couple of minutes and left. Still, I went back to my motorhome feeling a bit better about the rest of the weekend.
Saturday practice was still a struggle, but at least we were rising on the timing screen. In qualifying, as I said, Stoner wouldn’t let me shadow him, the git, but near the end of the session I managed to tag on the back of Rossi when he was on a hot one—which turned out to be his pole-setting new lap record! Anyway, I couldn’t stick with him the whole way round—a factory bike is a factory bike, after all—but my time was good enough for the sixth slot on the grid and I was pretty happy about that.
As everyone knows just before we were supposed to go out for the race it absolutely pissed down. While Edwards did his rain dance, the rest of us rushed around trying to guess at a good wet weather setup. Starting from the second row, with a wet track, I was feeling very confident about my chances. My ..... of a bike bogged a little off the line, so I didn’t get the holeshot like I’d hoped, but everyone else seemed a little tentative moving up through the gears so I headed towards turn one with only Rossi ahead of me. I thought to myself, I’m not gonna brake until he does. Well, we know how that turned out! We both ran verrrrrrrry wide, and I went into the second turn dead last. ....! I passed Toseland and the Hungarian Road Block quickly enough, but going down the back straight I suddenly lost all power and coasted to stop at the last corner. Something to do with the electronics my crew told me the next morning; I headed straight for my motorhome, got changed and drank the place dry; then headed off to the Ducati hospitality suite. The rest of the night is pretty much a blur. I just hope in Valencia I can finish the first ....... lap.
1. The Championship
It’s all done and dusted, with Valentino winning pretty comfortably in the end. Stoner has a remote chance at P2, but I doubt he cares. Little Pedders looks like he’ll pinch Dovi’s no.4 and in turn Dovi should probably snatch no.5 away from Edwards. There’s a hell of a seven-way fight for the seventh place, not that finishing seventh is really anything to be chuffed about, but I suppose guys like Vermin, De Angelis and Elias would love to finish higher than the guys who are staying in MotoGP next year. ...... Spies coming in as a wild card should be interesting, too. He’ll probably be slow as ...., especially on Friday, but I’d love to see him blow everyone to the weeds. I reckon the sport needs a good shake up.
Wish me luck for Valencia; I sure as hell need it. Light ’em if you got ’em, and sink a VB or ten for me! Cheers!