It was way back in 2012 when, among the first calls to check the ground, our adventure begun.
At the beginning I wasn’t sure about what exactly I was looking for, but then everything took shape and the first promises turned into contracts.
In 2017 we stepped up to the World Championship; my wife, while home, asked me: “Paolo, are you sure?” …No, I’m not, every time a MotoE crashes in thousand pieces I lose about 10 years of my life, when in the CEV no one close the race in good positions, when in Mugello I say to my riders: “do not exit the Buccine turn in first position in the last lap or anyone will take your slipstream” for hearing from the tv speaker “Ooooh attention!! Tatsu in first position on the last lap!”. I go home swearing and wondering why I chose not to stay calm on my sofa.
But then I think about the incomparable feelings in Jerez and Misano, about all the contacts that became friendship over the years, about all the good people (and not) that made me meet this work. I think about all the defeats that maybe thought us more than victories. Twenty races far from home (plus CEV) are tough, but I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend my time.
And at the end, when the wish of redemption and victory replace anger, I think that after all our team hasn’t been a leap into the void. Today, the 14th of 2020, we are still here. If eight years ago someone would have asked me: “How would your dream team be?” I would have answered “Exactly like this”. Multiethnic: Genoese, Spanish, Japanese from Riccione and Romagna DOC. A simple team that smells like home, like Luciano’s cappelletti. A team that makes fun of me because “put your hands up to vote” but then I decide by myself because this is a dictatorship. This is a team without finery or pomp but we can open the gas, FULL THROTTLE. A team that smells like us. A team that is not just a story to tell, but a story to live.