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Arrab, you been reading my posts in other forums?
You and I have very similar feelings towards the golden era.
I have often described the era as one where mystical gods fought to control a beast, so wild that it could devour lesser mortals in the bat of an eyelid. An era of pure poetry and artistry where man fought machine for superiority over a thin ribbon of tarmac. A time when fans could be involved as the smell of wafting blue two stroke residue bought more joy to a person that a bunch of loose women at a sailor convention, where the sound was better than beethoven and where men were men and the boys went home.
A time before business took over and manifested itself into an ugly big brother intent on bullying all into submission should they not do what they want and what they say. When the racers raced hard, drank hard, smoked hard and played hard.
.... they were good days, sadly long gone but how we yearn and how we enjoy little snippets of highlights that allow us to see what our sport was and then realise how far it has progressed and whether we like it or not, in 20 years time someone, somewhere will be lamenting the loss of todays bikes just as we lament the golden era.
I long for the era or at least a return to something like it, but I fear I live in unadulterated hope for something that will never occur so instead I now watch in awe of the modern, all the while asking myself the perennial question.
Off to youtube now, I need a fis
Arrab, it was a great poetic piece and mate, no doubt you and I and a myriad of others in this place could sit for hours over a drink or 15 discussing the merits of that Rainey moment, or that Doohan slide, or whether the Chile win really counts etc etc
Gaz
Another word smith. You both have a talent that brings great value to this place.