Sepang International Circuit
Circuit Information
LENGTH: 5.5 km / 3.44 miles
CORNERS: 5 left - 10 right
WIDTH: 22 m. / 72.18 ft.
LONGEST STRAIGHT: 920 m. / 3018.37 ft.
Laps: 20
2/3 of laps: -
Total distance: 110.9 km - 68.8 miles
What if MotoGP was Tramsitted on... Late Night SciFi
EXTERIOR: Dawn settling over Smalltown, USA. Dew drips from the folliage of pines and the golden leaves of maples. White picket fences and freshly manicured lawns reflect the wholesome values contained within the homes that populate the neighborhood. A lone figure picks the leaves from the gutters of a shingled rooftop.
INTERIOR: Pit garage. Techs bustle about quietly working on bikes and checking data on computer screens. Two young men sit, huddled in a corner.
EDWARDS: (Hushed) So then I hit her with the shocker, right, and she's all, "Wow, I wasn't ready for that!"
ROSSI: (Awed) No way! That's the, ah, crazy!
EDWARDS: Right? But then here's the crazy part. Right after that we.... (Pauses) So then when you get to turn 5, what you want to do is....
IANNONE: (Interrupting) Guys, is crazy! Did you here what happened?
ROSSI: No, no. We are just here, doing the chat.
EDWARDS: C'mon cowbow, spill it.
IANNONE: Is Marquez. He is dead!
ROSSI: (Stunned) Bull!
IANNONE: Is true. Look! (Removes iPhone from leathers)
EDWARDS: (Reading) Died in his sleep, huh? (Whistled) What a way to go. Right before the weekend. (Awkward silence)
ROSSI: I can remember, his rookie year, he was the 2nd. It was ah good race.
IANNONE: Easy for you to say. You finish the 4th. I had the accident.
EDWARDS: (Laughing) I remember that. (Looking at Note 4) That was a little spectacular. And then he beat you for 1st last year. (Showing video on screen) Remember that?
ROSSI: (Sullenly) Yes. I remember. I had the good fight with Lorenzo. He comes in 3rd.
EDWARDS: Aw, don't pout like a baby. C'mon, you're not going to win the championship sitting here. I have just the thing to help you. (Pulls back curtain) Say hi to Julie.
JULIE: (Stepping into room) Hi.
ROSSI: (Unintelligible)
EDWARDS: Hey Iannone, I think I hear your mom calling.
IANNONE: But my mother is....
EDWARDS: Yeah, exactly. Hey Julie, ask him about that trick he told me about. I hear it's quite shocking!
INTERIOR: Teenage bedroom. Posters of voluptuous models in lingerie and motorcycles adorn the walls. Two figures writhe spasmodically under the covers before coming to rest.
JULIE: (Sensually) Well that was certainly, energetic.
ROSSI: (Breathlessly) Yes. Is good for me too. It really cleared the head. (Climbs out of bed) Now I have to...
JULIE: (Eagerly) Oh no. Come back to bed. We have all afternoon!
ROSSI: (Wearing leathers) No, is almost time to race.
JULIE: (Darkly) You will never be champion.
ROSSI: You said what, now?
INTERIOR: Darkened pit box. Julie is replaced by the burned figure of a man in a striped shirt.
ROSSI: (Surprised) Lorenzo!
JORGE: Yes, me. You screwed me last year for the podium (flashes knife glove), so now I screwed you and I'm going to screw you out of the championship.
ROSSI: (Pauses) Doesn't matter. Had snu snu.
JORGE: That's just... What is wrong with you?
ROSSI: Nothing. But you can't stop me from winning championship. I have the secret, ah, weapon.
JORGE: (Menacingly) There's nothing that can save you now.
ROSSI: Except my alarm! (Loud noise)
INTERIOR: Sun drenched pit box. Rossi sits dozing in a corner. Sits up suddenly.
JARVIS: You ready to hit the warm up lap?
ROSSI: (Confidently) Absolutely. (Puts on helmet, stretches and jumps on bike. As he goes through turn 1 a group of girls is playing hop scotch in the background)
GIRLS: 1, 2, Jorge's coming for you. 3, 4, better lock your door. 5, 6, grab your crucifix. 7, 8, don't brake too late. 9, 10, he's the champ again....
Circuit Information
LENGTH: 5.5 km / 3.44 miles
CORNERS: 5 left - 10 right
WIDTH: 22 m. / 72.18 ft.
LONGEST STRAIGHT: 920 m. / 3018.37 ft.
Laps: 20
2/3 of laps: -
Total distance: 110.9 km - 68.8 miles
What if MotoGP was Tramsitted on... Late Night SciFi
EXTERIOR: Dawn settling over Smalltown, USA. Dew drips from the folliage of pines and the golden leaves of maples. White picket fences and freshly manicured lawns reflect the wholesome values contained within the homes that populate the neighborhood. A lone figure picks the leaves from the gutters of a shingled rooftop.
INTERIOR: Pit garage. Techs bustle about quietly working on bikes and checking data on computer screens. Two young men sit, huddled in a corner.
EDWARDS: (Hushed) So then I hit her with the shocker, right, and she's all, "Wow, I wasn't ready for that!"
ROSSI: (Awed) No way! That's the, ah, crazy!
EDWARDS: Right? But then here's the crazy part. Right after that we.... (Pauses) So then when you get to turn 5, what you want to do is....
IANNONE: (Interrupting) Guys, is crazy! Did you here what happened?
ROSSI: No, no. We are just here, doing the chat.
EDWARDS: C'mon cowbow, spill it.
IANNONE: Is Marquez. He is dead!
ROSSI: (Stunned) Bull!
IANNONE: Is true. Look! (Removes iPhone from leathers)
EDWARDS: (Reading) Died in his sleep, huh? (Whistled) What a way to go. Right before the weekend. (Awkward silence)
ROSSI: I can remember, his rookie year, he was the 2nd. It was ah good race.
IANNONE: Easy for you to say. You finish the 4th. I had the accident.
EDWARDS: (Laughing) I remember that. (Looking at Note 4) That was a little spectacular. And then he beat you for 1st last year. (Showing video on screen) Remember that?
ROSSI: (Sullenly) Yes. I remember. I had the good fight with Lorenzo. He comes in 3rd.
EDWARDS: Aw, don't pout like a baby. C'mon, you're not going to win the championship sitting here. I have just the thing to help you. (Pulls back curtain) Say hi to Julie.
JULIE: (Stepping into room) Hi.
ROSSI: (Unintelligible)
EDWARDS: Hey Iannone, I think I hear your mom calling.
IANNONE: But my mother is....
EDWARDS: Yeah, exactly. Hey Julie, ask him about that trick he told me about. I hear it's quite shocking!
INTERIOR: Teenage bedroom. Posters of voluptuous models in lingerie and motorcycles adorn the walls. Two figures writhe spasmodically under the covers before coming to rest.
JULIE: (Sensually) Well that was certainly, energetic.
ROSSI: (Breathlessly) Yes. Is good for me too. It really cleared the head. (Climbs out of bed) Now I have to...
JULIE: (Eagerly) Oh no. Come back to bed. We have all afternoon!
ROSSI: (Wearing leathers) No, is almost time to race.
JULIE: (Darkly) You will never be champion.
ROSSI: You said what, now?
INTERIOR: Darkened pit box. Julie is replaced by the burned figure of a man in a striped shirt.
ROSSI: (Surprised) Lorenzo!
JORGE: Yes, me. You screwed me last year for the podium (flashes knife glove), so now I screwed you and I'm going to screw you out of the championship.
ROSSI: (Pauses) Doesn't matter. Had snu snu.
JORGE: That's just... What is wrong with you?
ROSSI: Nothing. But you can't stop me from winning championship. I have the secret, ah, weapon.
JORGE: (Menacingly) There's nothing that can save you now.
ROSSI: Except my alarm! (Loud noise)
INTERIOR: Sun drenched pit box. Rossi sits dozing in a corner. Sits up suddenly.
JARVIS: You ready to hit the warm up lap?
ROSSI: (Confidently) Absolutely. (Puts on helmet, stretches and jumps on bike. As he goes through turn 1 a group of girls is playing hop scotch in the background)
GIRLS: 1, 2, Jorge's coming for you. 3, 4, better lock your door. 5, 6, grab your crucifix. 7, 8, don't brake too late. 9, 10, he's the champ again....