WilSurf I don't think there's much that can be done to avoid this sort of crash. It's the same way that Craig Jones lost his life (hit by Andrew Pitt).
I was very moved by what Dr Costa wrote about Marco:
Today, after the tragedy of Malaysia, dottorcosta wrote this letter to Stephen Saragoni, director of Motosprint.
THE MARK OF VICTORY.
At dusk this Sunday full of pain my dream that desperately wants a small fragment of a star named after Marco Simoncelli was not blown away. Cruel fate, because it threatens my dream? What can I expect? And hope to do what, beyond the tears for the lost childhood and beyond naked anguish of pain, more and more unbearable because it makes me feel helpless and guilty for not having you close in my arms? Nothing. When fate knocks at the door feel the terrible feeling of being powerless. The young champion named Mark walked away with the sunset of Malaysia and his going was a noise of life, joyful noise that Marco has always given us. The noise of the interview that Mark has released me at Mugello in July while being massaged by his trusted physiotherapist. That day, at the beginning of the interview, I wanted to turn an old gentleman and he told me: "Diobò! I'm just a guy with a thick hair quick pleasing to many, loved by his girlfriend and his parents. "The massage continues, her skin is caressed by expert hands that glide on his athletic body and I walk away a little respect for the ritual . With emotion carry the conclusion of the interview that I did for the book I'm writing and that with all my affection dedicate. Here are the final questions.
... Dottorcosta: "What do you think of the pain"?
Mark: "I do not like. But stand it. It 'no use complaining. Bear it in silence. Diobò's better that way. "
dottorcosta: "What do you think of the pain of the 'soul'?
Mark: "It's ugly, so ugly, but after the discomfort that comes from this bad thing, I come as a charge. I feel better and better the bike I ride "
dottorcosta: "When you run against those who run"?
Mark: "I would say to beat the other. I do not want to be behind a few fists. Then, when I think I run because I tell you that I feel a unique sensation, you do not know how to explain, but it is something special, hidden inside of me. "
dottorcosta: Because you have long hair "?
Mark: "I like them, do not make me feel normal, they make me feel special, myself, the only one."
dottorcosta: "Do you feel lonely?"
Mark: "No! No! There's my family, my girlfriend my friends who enjoy my successes, there is a mobile clinic that helps me in difficult moments. How well I feel there is around me, so much good that warms me. "
The massage is finished, the interview is over. Paul's father and the pretty girlfriend of Mark listened very pleased. I thank, with a caress, one of my favorite drivers and tell my reflection: "When you fall in this league and you have fallen so many times you have a lot of criticism, judgments, evil, unjust, envious. Many have even claimed to teach you to ride a bike. Some are strongly advised to tell you to feel comfortable, to advise caution. Remember, however, what did I say? I confessed that the collective, barking against humanity, has forgotten, perhaps because he can not remember when he started to walk. It falls, gets up there, it's back to fall, it gets up again and often to fall back. All this accompanied by the mother's smile that comforts us and encourages us to persevere, no hint of reproach. Then we have all learned to walk shipped, but few have managed to take the path that leads to the heights of life, because the climb was too difficult and tiring. Why blame them? Are not already severely punished by their failure? But you, dear Marco, not just go up the steps to the summit of life, but also those of the podium, where there is the cup as a prize, but the recognition of your strength that you have looked into the face of death and defeat. "
Now my prophecy has come true. You have climbed onto the podium of Czechoslovakia and Australia. Today in Malaysia have looked into the face of Death. And while I was wrapping his black cloak with you tell him: "Diobò, but do not see that I am human, because I have my dreams and my talent are the bread of the gods that you can never touch? Do not you realize that just steal my body? On the contrary, my smile, my goodness, my sympathy will remain forever in the hearts of all. Forever. Can not you see the check I gave you tears are about to be turned into rapture? We put a little 'time, but I strongly believe in this miracle, especially for my family and my girlfriend. This is my victory in the Malaysian Grand Prix last two laps. "
Who in sport, chasing his dreams, simultaneously pursuing his tragedy, comes from the world of mankind into the world of the divine, bloody, violent, but still divine. Whoever dies pursuing a dream of death and smiles the smile erases any violence. The mountaineer smiles at the dizzy height, the diver smiles to unrest of the abyss, the biker smiles intoxication of the speed. Sport is the stage where the body and mind are celebrating their power at that stage of life that is youth. Motorcycle rider in the gesture of the risk is enhanced by a thin thread that separates in the gray asphalt, life from death. A border drawn by the small intestine danger, where life, in search of victory, goes up to the thrill of his excess. Today, Mark, did you feel that thrill. I love you. And do not forget you.
Claudio Marcello Costa, mobile clinic (I recommend lowercase)
