RatsMC wrote:Something that really hit me when watching this was Hopkins expalining his focus. He was saying that weird things enter your head when you are riding and things like what you are going to eat for lunch come into your head. What surprised me was that he said when this happens he is at his best. My first response to this was confusion. Maybe this was the reason for some of Hopper's results. But after thinking about this for several hours, I realized that when I am playing Forza 2 or MotoGP 08, when I have found my rhythm and am setting laps within .1 second of each other, I am barely paying attention to any of the corners - or anything for that matter. That said, any distraction, breaks the focus - or lack thereof and I lose my pace. It is a weird state of mind and perhaps this is what Rossi has over everyone else. Perhaps he can get into and out of that state at will.
Early morning, tyres warmed; the zen like experience of the road the bike and yourself, the subconscious takes hold, I'm not even aware of my inputs, and the whole experience winds on, unfolds and flows...
Consider the experience availed to the average 'cage driver'. You sit cosseted in a plastic womb, I pod and phone tethered to the 'umbilicals' of the dash...never fully alienated from the pressures of the outside world, never truly liberated. You trundle along at the same speed as everyone else; queueing is a fact of life and your safety is presided over by an anonymous team of specialists probably thousands of miles away that develop impact absorbtion cages, air bags and ABS systems. Your vehicle is invariably confined to its utility function, merely to expedite you from A to B with minimal concentration. Now take such a person and furnish them with decade on a fast motorcycle. Suddenly they inhabit another universe, a hare among tortoises, spirited away to another dimension where everything around is seemingly frozen. Queues are now somebody else's problem, and your former tunnel vision is expanded to encompass 180 degrees akin to a lizard with swivelling eyes mounted on the side of its head. You nurture a sixth sense - it is after all a minefield out there. You learn to process every kind of road surface and grip potential, and years of chasing vanishing points, launching out of constant radius turns, propelling your gaze half a mile ahead give you a perma fixed 1000 mile stare. You dismount and your bike is still shaking it's head, laughing at your inability. And if God forbid
you finally take to the track, you really discover what tyres and brakes are for...then
the moment of epiphany...the subconscious begins to governs your flow and the truly transcendent art of riding a motorcycle is born. That's precisely why it is said that four wheels move the body, while two wheels move the soul. It is no coincidence that as I was reminded on this forum while lurking last week, that Muggers was referred to a Zen temple prior to securing the Supersport Title for Ten Kate.
A Moto GP rider seemingly constantly operates at this level. Puppet Master Puig will tell you, that Dani's focus is unbreakable when he races the track and himself. He's gone in all senses of the word...even escaping the mesmeric evil influence of the sinister svengali himself. Of course, all Vale has to do is show him a wheel, and his nirvana like elevation soon comes crashing down to earth, (or the nearest air fence). Rossi himself unlike Pedrosa can maintain this 'higher state' even in when he's embroiled in the most intense on-track battle (providing Toni Elias isn't involved). It's all residing in the sub conscious. Remember PI last season, the noncholant adjustment of his dog leg/lever tension whilst simultaneously outbraking Toseland and Nakano into Doohans...one of the most fearsome corner entries on the planet.
Some years ago, KR Proton experimented with ship to shore for a while with Aoki. How tragic and intrusive would it have been to have broken that link with the inner self or something higher, as is the case in 'soulless' Formula 1 by having a outside voice piped into your helmet....imagine what it would mean for Dani!!!