I didn’t recognize anything from the bridge. One last look and the moto stops. A snap decision. Run to the wheel and around the marshalling yard to wait for a miracle. So 5 minutes. I’m coming to an intersection. There are 2 more bikes spinning in the distance. And then a moto emerges from somewhere.
I go the other way and wave as if to stop. and really worth it. Hey, Arabia. Saudia, I’m calling. He nods in agreement and disappears. Saudia KSA.
Back from GP France F1. Another Kazakhstan and everything is preparing for a storm.
It’s getting worse and worse. As you can see the temperature dropped to 18 in no time. I give up.