The dreams of mortals

Good weather and a good race bring out good conversation it turns out. A handful of moto-colleagues and I were sitting at a cafe in the middle of Barcelona. Earlier that day, Rossi’d been victorious  and we’d cried ourselves hoarse from our vantage point overlooking the start-finish of the Circuit de Catalunya.
It was into this idyllic evening that I interjected what I believed was a harmless, even intriguing question. That’s how it…