A Top Ten Guide to Losail, Qatar, 2008.
10. Colin Edwards. The Texan “multiple preseason champion” Breeze-air might have finished down in P7, but he was at least closer to the race winner this year, compared with the last time he wasted a front row start at Qatar. Sure, he tried to do his usual trick of disappearing backwards at a rapid rate (going from 2nd back to 7th in the blink of an eye), but it’s a bit hard to disappear completely when your bike fairing is the colour of radioactive .... cheese.
9. Andrea Dovizioso. The disappointment of the race, in my opinion. With all his off-season talk about how piss-easy it is to ride an 800, I expected him to smoke the field or at least prevail over Roger Lee Hayden in a thriller. Instead, he barely managed to squeak by some washed-up old hack for fourth place. Also, free fashion tip, Dovi: get a haircut.
8. Night racing. Did you know that there was enough lighting at the track to: light up 6797 football pitches, or be visible from Mars, or provide enough street lighting for a road stretching from Losail to Moscow to Tuvalu, or light up an average family home for 163 years? It was so bright that De Puniet had to wear shades. And in a region where there is widespread conflict, loss of life and poverty, it was a tactful and sensitive example of what humanity (personified by Dorna) is capable of... all so a bunch of pampered Europeans could go to work on Monday having had a good night’s sleep. It did look bloody cool, though.
7. Dani Pedrosa. The most popular rider in the history of everything everywhere ever had quite a good result: he led the race for more laps than Hayden has in his entire MotoGP career (outside of the U.S.A.); he passed Rossi on the straight and then held him off under brakes; and he didn’t cry when Lorenzo beat him. Considering the monumental struggles he’s had to overcome... a massive, life-threatening hand injury that makes it impossible to sit in an aircraft flying to Japan (Spain and Qatar are apparently okay); riding a bike developed by a fat, talentless, directionless American; not having the use of his preferred wanking hand for almost two months; and having to stay up way past his bed time... it was a magnificent achievement. Running out of petrol on the slow-down lap, his incredible popularity with his peers was confirmed when the entire field rushed over to fight for the privilege of giving him a free tow back to the pits.
6. Alex De Angelis. You can set your watch by this guy: if he doesn’t finish 2nd, 3rd, or 4th he crashes out. Now that’s a proper rookie debut.
5. Valentino Rossi. Mr. Mid-pack did the best he could with a ..... bike and ..... tyres. Our Vale is in for a long season if a certain incident during practice is anything to go by—the speed at which Pedrosa closed with (and then crashed into) Rossi (when #46 4 EVA was barely under lap record pace) shows us that the Yamaha is still the useless lump of .... that it’s always been. I say that if Yamaha can’t give Rossi a great bike, so he can continue to prove that it’s the rider (named Rossi) that makes the difference like it did in 2004 and 2005, he should cut his losses and go join a team that can. And as for the tyre situation... what does a hopeless tax-dodger have to do to find a set of tyres that can last race distance? First Michelin, and now Bridgestone suck, suck, suck! The common denominator of the set-up of a certain Yamaha is irrelevant, in my opinion. After all, Rossi and Burgess were brilliant at setting up the bike for those Rossi-only Michelin Saturday night specials, so that he had more grip than any other rider at the end of the race...
4. Nicky Hayden. Riding his preferred ’07 spec Repsol Honda (and why wouldn’t you love a bike that you finished 8th in the championship on), Hayden managed to come last out of all the Michelin runners on a day (um, night) where Michelin were not totally .......... And if Nakano hadn’t spent the whole race in rapt fascination over Hopkin’s swollen tackle, he might have been last Honda as well. Clearly, the whole race weekend he was just testing for Pedrosa—because their set-up needs are identical, and because Nicky works so fast he always tests parts in 3 laps or less. Being beaten home by satellite Hondas is actually pretty standard stuff for the ex #1—look back through the records and you can see that Biaggi, Gibernau, Melandri, Tamada, and company did it with embarrassing regularity. Still, I wouldn’t write the ex-champ off just yet. All he needs is another kiss on the lips from his mother and he’ll be back at the sharp end of the grid for sure...
3. James ‘Jimmy, Jim, Jimbo... call me James’ Toseland. He’s English. He’s an ex-WSBK rider (and champion) moving over to MotoGP. He’s riding for Yamaha—for Tech 3, no less—and on Michelins. That’s a lot of reasons right there to be crap. And yet... he wasn’t! A bit of SBK-style biff ’n bash with J-Lo in the early laps was great to see, although if he’d clashed with Pedrosa like that, he’d probably have sent the little (pile of) #2 into a low-earth orbit. James was apologetic about the incident after the race, saying, in an exclusive interview with Powerslide.net: “I was just trying to scrape some of that .... cheese colour off me bike.”
2. Jorge Lorenzo. And, speaking of the man with the golden... helmet—we won’t. He loves attention, and too many people have been feeding that insatiable ego already since his move to MotoGP. Okay, maybe once short comment, then: watching him go to town on that chubba chub in park ferme brought to mind that old saying: “... could suck the chrome off a bumper bar.”
1. Casey Stoner. What can you say about the reigning world champion? A guy who’s so like Doohan, but also... not? Sure, Casey whinges when he wins, and, like Mick, I imagine his perfect race weekend would be when he tops all practice sessions (although, conversely doesn’t care so much about pole, just a front row start) and then goes on to blitz the field, setting a new lap record every lap, and then tells Michael Scott to .... off when he wants an interview after the race (well, okay, maybe the last part’s just Mick). But, having said that, Howdy-Doody Stoner doesn’t seem the type to hang out in strip clubs (probably because they won’t let him in) and in the 35 starts he’s had in the premier class, Stoner has managed to win more, crash less, and become a world champion as compared to Doohan’s first couple of years on the 500s. Obviously comparisons are meaningless!
As to the race itself, Stoner showed his ‘maturity’ by fluffing the start, getting clouted in the first corner and shuffled back to 6th. From there, he found himself behind Lorenzo and was desperate to get past, no doubt worried that first Pedrosa, then Rossi might gap the chasing pack. Ultimately, their efforts wilted, Lorenzo got tired, and Stoner cruised to a comfortable victory.