It’s hard to talk about the weekend in Indonesia after Sunday’s crash.
Because up until that moment, everything had gone really well.
I had an incredible pace that took me to pole position and a win in Saturday’s Sprint.

Despite a bad start that dropped me back to P8, I fought my way up and passed Fermín (Aldeguer) on the final lap — in what was probably the best Sprint of the season.

On Sunday, I was fired up.
I had the pace to fight for the win.
But I got off to a poor start and immediately got stuck in the pack.
We reached Sector 2 — the one where I’m usually really strong…
Maybe too strong, because suddenly I found Marc’s (Marquez) rear wheel in front of me — and I hit him.

We both ran off the track.
He went down immediately, I crashed shortly after.

It was a nasty fall.
I went to check on him right away and realized something was broken.
I apologized — it was my mistake.
These are things that can happen in racing… unfortunately, this time it happened to me.

It was definitely a big blow, not just mentally, but physically too — a hit that added to the ones I took back in the Japan Sprint.

Now I’ve got two weeks to recover before Phillip Island.
The fight for third in the championship is still wide open, and I know that if I can shake off these knocks, I’ll be really competitive again.

And for sure, the fire to bounce back — learning from this episode and growing from it — is 100% there.

On to the next one.

The Japan weekend kicked off the Asian tour, and we came into it full of energy after Misano, knowing we could really fight until the very end.
Physically and mentally I was feeling great, and the days leading up to the first throttle twist flew by between all the pre-race commitments.

Free Practice started with a bang — literally. I crashed twice and did a fair bit of damage to the bike.
But in pre-qualifying I bounced back, rode fast, and topped the timesheets to go straight into Q2.

Saturday started off a bit rough… and ended worse.
In Q2 I couldn’t push the way I wanted, and in the end, I had to start from P9.
Motegi isn’t exactly the easiest place to recover, especially in the Sprint — but I knew I had to try.
It just lasted ten seconds.

Right after the start, in Turn 1, I was launched into the air.
I didn’t even understand what had happened.
In the gravel, I saw Martín on the ground…
He was holding his shoulder — turns out he ended up with a fracture.
I was lucky — nothing broken — and I made it back to the box, but I took a couple of solid knocks.
Didn’t feel them right away, but once things cooled down… yeah, they hit.

Sunday morning, I woke up pretty banged up.
But then the race adrenaline kicked in, and the pain faded.
I got off to a good start, held position, and started my comeback.
After a few laps I was already in P5, right behind Morbidelli and Mir.
I worked to get past them, made it into P4, but Mir had built up a decent gap.

I gave everything I had — maybe even more.
I know full well that saving energy isn’t really my thing…

In the end, I brought home a solid result.
Based on our pre-race expectations, it wasn’t exactly the goal…
but given how things played out — yeah, it’s fine.

And honestly, looking back at Saturday’s crash, it’s already something that I walked away with just some bruises — and Martín with a fracture.
Could’ve gone worse.

Now it’s on to MANDALIKA — full throttle!

t’s been just a few hours since the race at Misano, and I’m still coming down from the adrenaline.
An incredible weekend, where my goal was to shake off the crashes in Barcelona and, above all, give everything in my home race.
In front of my fans.
They cheered for me with crazy heart and passion from the very first qualifying session.

The weekend started well: made it straight into Q2, and in qualifying I pulled out a great lap.
POLE!

I was fired up for the Sprint.
Got off to a good start, held the lead.
Marc (Marquez) was right behind me, tried to pass, I held him off… then he countered and got through.
I kept pushing hard, didn’t let go. He was on the absolute limit — and then he crashed.
I stayed focused: I wanted this Sprint win.
Crossed the line, heard the roar from the fans: the party began.
And I wrapped it up with the “wooden leg” celebration — a nod to Garpez, from the film Three Men and a Leg by Aldo, Giovanni and Giacomo.
A movie that marked my childhood, and that I really wanted to honor at my home Grand Prix — with a custom helmet inspired by it.

Sunday: full gas again

Sunday started well too — great pace in warm-up.
Another strong launch off the grid, stayed in front.
For almost ten laps, I kept Marc behind me.
Then, one small mistake, and he took advantage. Passed me.
I knew that after his crash on Saturday, he wasn’t going to make another one.
I stayed with him, gave everything.
We were both on the absolute limit.
I tried to close the gap, got close… but he pulled away again.
I finished second, and the party kicked off once more.

I think I rode better than I ever have in my whole career.
Maybe here, I found a new limit — and that gives me so much confidence.

Sure, winning would’ve been the cherry on top.
But I know I truly have nothing to regret.
If anything… I’m proud.

Now it’s time for testing here at Misano, before heading into the Asian leg.
Just a few more days to enjoy being home, with my fans.
And they’re still… pumped up and ready to go.

The weekend at Montmeló ended with two crashes — in the Sprint and in the race.
Shame.
We went straight into Q2, but the fast lap just didn’t come.
We thought we had that part figured out… but nope.

Starting from the back always puts you at risk.
And that’s exactly what happened.
The pace was there.
In the Sprint, I was recovering well, then a contact with Aldeguer sent me to the ground (and left me with a solid hit to the arm and hand).

On Sunday morning, in the warm-up, I had a super rhythm.
I was pumped.
But this time, it was a contact with Morbidelli — right at the start — that took me out.
I’m really sorry, because we had the potential to do something good, and instead we left it all on the tarmac.

A zero-point weekend is tough to swallow, especially coming off three podiums in a row.
It’s like a slap in the face you don’t see coming.

Luckily, we go straight into the next weekend — Misano, home race.
I know the fans will help me shake off this disappointment —
and there, we go again.

After the two podiums in the Czech Republic and Austria, I was really eager to confirm our form.

The track was new for everyone, and for us it brought some doubts — it was super twisty, and without any references, we honestly didn’t know what to expect.

In the first laps, the feeling was good, but in Free Practice we didn’t manage to get into Q2.
Which, in a way, wasn’t all bad — it gave us more track time by going through Q1.
But let’s be honest: going through Q1 is always a pain — only two spots up for grabs.

Like in Austria, we didn’t just make it out of Q1 — we grabbed a front row start.
And on a track like this, that’s a big advantage.

In the Sprint, I got caught up at Turn 1 — a lot of chaos, a couple of crashes, but luckily I stayed upright.
I lost positions, fought my way back, and finished P4.
I knew our race pace was a bit behind Ducati and KTM, but it gave me confidence going into Sunday.

On race day, I got off the line well and held the lead — but at Turn 2, I couldn’t carry enough speed and felt someone touch me from behind.
Small damage, one wing flew off — but nothing too serious.
I held on to the lead.
I had chosen the soft tyres to get more grip (I just didn’t feel comfortable with the mediums), but Marc (Marquez) was charging.
He passed me, I passed him back, and we had a real fight.
In the end, I lost the lead, tried to keep a solid rhythm, but Acosta came through with a stronger pace.
I gave everything to hold onto P3, and crossed the line — as usual — exhausted, but happy that I left it all out there.

It wasn’t easy to stay on the podium here.
Now we head to tracks where we can really show our full potential.
We’re on the right path — and honestly, we’re having a lot of fun.

Let’s keep it going.

If someone had told me on Friday after FP that I’d take pole, then finish P4 in the Sprint and on the podium in the race, I’d have said they were crazy.

I knew that P18 in the afternoon was mostly down to a few issues that stopped us from doing a proper time attack — the base was there, but I also knew that Austria has always been tough for Aprilia.
We got our heads down and worked late into the evening.
And I’ve got to thank Vale (Rossi) too — he gave me a lot of advice and helped me find the right direction. That made a big difference.

On Saturday I went well in Q1, and then in Q2 I nailed an almost perfect lap.
Pole position!
Totally unexpected, especially considering that qualifying has always been a bit of a weak point for us.
But we’ve been working hard on it in the last few races, and the results are finally showing.

I knew I’d struggle a bit in the Sprint to keep up with the Ducati pace.
I fought for the podium, but I couldn’t quite catch Acosta on the KTM and finished P4.
Still happy, especially because I was fast in the warm-up and felt confident going into Sunday.

Race day: leading early, then the real fight

Lights out. I take the lead, pushing hard — the bike feels great.
I manage to keep Marc (Marquez) about half a second behind me, but then I run into a small issue and he catches up.
I fight back, retake the lead for a moment — proper battle.
Then he gets back in front, and I can’t stick with his pace — he had that little something extra.

Then Fermín (Aldeguer) arrives like a rocket and passes me.
I hold onto third place and bring it home. Great race, great podium.

People told me not to expect too much here in Austria, because Aprilia has historically struggled on this track.
Well… I’d say it turned out way better than anyone expected.

I’m happy, especially because we bounced back strong after the summer break.
And now we go straight into the next one: next weekend we’re racing in Hungary, a brand-new track for all of us.
Honestly, no one really knows what to expect

See you there!

It had been a while since we last raced here, and coming back to such a beautiful track, packed with fans in the grandstands, just makes you want to give even more.
It’s a track I really like — long, flowing, and so much fun to ride.

A weekend where we pushed hard, took risks, and brought home a podium that really means something.

From the very first lap in FP, the bike felt like mine.
The team did an incredible job, and we were immediately comfortable — in all conditions.

Qualifying: making steps in time attack too

You could see the improvement even in the single lap pace.
In Q2, despite a small crash, I still managed to qualify P4.
Second row — and from there, anything is possible.

Sprint: contact and damage, but we held strong!

In the Sprint I had a good start, held position, and started closing in on the front group.
Quartararo was just ahead of me — I locked onto him.
At one point he left a small gap on the inside and I dove in.
As he came back onto the line, we touched — the front wings flew off, and from that moment on, the bike was hard to control.
But I dug deep and still finished P4.

Sunday race: killer start, then a fight to the flag

Even in warm-up I could feel we had a good pace.
Then in the race — I really had fun.
The first lap was insane — late braking, tight passes — and I found myself in the lead.

I held on for a few laps, then I saw Marc (Marquez) closing the gap.
He passed me. I tried to stay with him — in some sections I managed, in others he just had a little extra.

Then Acosta came up from behind. I had to fight to hold onto second.
In the final laps I was able to push hard, pull a gap, and cross the line in P2.
What a race. What a weekend.

Time to unplug… just a little

The celebrations have started, and it feels great to enjoy this moment with the whole team.
Now we’ve got the summer break — time to recharge the batteries for a few days.
Then it’s back to work, head down, because we’re back on track in August.
Next stop: Austria!

See you there!

At the end of the race, I said I was 60% disappointed about the crash and 40% happy with how the weekend had gone.
I knew that after a few hours — once I’d gotten over the frustration of the fall and could think clearly — I’d flip those numbers around.

And that’s exactly what happened.

The crash during the race, while I was in second place, was just a small mistake with big consequences.
I wasn’t on the limit, I wasn’t pushing too hard.
It was a different kind of crash.
Of course, there was an error — otherwise you don’t go down — but it was subtle: I braked a bit too gently, didn’t put the bike into a rear slide.
That corner has a slight downhill section in the middle, and if you don’t enter it with the rear slightly unloaded, it tends to push on the front.
That’s exactly what happened.
It’s a shame — I was fast, and honestly, I didn’t expect to be that competitive.
Everything was coming together, so yeah… it hurts.

The rest of the weekend, though, went well — really well.
We were fast in all conditions — dry and wet — and for the first time this season we made the front row in qualifying.
In the Sprint I fought right until the last lap.
Sure, maybe I would’ve had more fun if the race had been one lap shorter! 😅

It was a tough race, a good one…
Maybe I pushed a bit too hard in the middle part, and by the end I was really struggling with the rear tyre.
I started to drop off, and unfortunately Marc got by.
When they showed me the gap to him, I told myself: “Push hard, because he’s coming.”
I set my fastest lap… but honestly, that was all I had.

Now it’s straight back on track next weekend.
The motivation’s there, the energy is there. Let’s go again.

This is a track I really enjoy. A place where I’ve had great satisfaction — and taken a few hard hits too.
They call it the Cathedral, the University of Motorcycling… not just because they’ve been racing here for over a century, but because there are corners where you just close your eyes, open the throttle, and let go. Without fully knowing what’s happening (and it’s probably better that way).

After Silverstone and the comebacks at Aragón and Mugello, we knew we were competitive. That we could be in the fight.
What we were missing was a good qualifying. Starting from at least the second row — that’s where the real races are built.

And finally, we nailed it.

“Quand la zira, zira.”
When it clicks, it clicks — that’s how we say it in Romagna.

I started P5, my best qualifying of the season. I was fired up for the Sprint.
Lights out — I held my position, made a couple of clean overtakes, and tucked in behind the Marquez brothers. The pace was there. I tried to close in, hold onto that podium spot.
I was riding on the edge — a few moments on the limit, a couple of big moments.
Finished with a beautiful podium. The kind that lights a fire for Sunday.

Sunday: full gas to the finish

In warm-up, my pace was solid. I knew it would be a war, because everyone’s strong at Assen.
Race starts. I stay in fifth, then make a move on Alex Marquez: hard braking, just on the edge — got him.
Next up: Pecco. He’s always quick here. Tough to pass, but I found a gap and went for it.
My rhythm felt great. In front of me — Marc. I locked onto him.

I got close. In some sectors I could reel him in, in others he pulled away.
It was like an elastic band — gaining, losing.
I tried to push harder, but I was reaching the limit.
In the last few laps Marc kicked it up a notch — those two tenths he found, I couldn’t pull them back.

Second place.

And it means a lot.

Happy? Hell yes.

As soon as I hit parc fermé I jumped into the team — we all went crazy.
Races like this… they’re pure joy.
Because to get here, we’ve worked our asses off. Hours and hours.
Tough days, long tests, figuring things out, believing even when the results weren’t coming. But now? Now it’s starting to pay off.

We’ve got two weeks off now. A few days to let this adrenaline fade, then back to it: garage, gym, data, laps.
Head down. Eyes forward.

When I jumped into the crowd at the end of the Mugello GP on Sunday, I fulfilled another childhood dream: to dive into the middle of the crowd.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a continuous dream, one of those that you build day by day.
Riding a MotoGP bike in an official team is one of those things that, as a kid, you watch on TV with your eyes wide open.

You tell yourself, “maybe someday….” But you also know that “maybe” is big, huge, almost impossible.

Children dream.
They draw worlds, hopes, desires.
Two months ago I was at the Sant’Orsola Hospital in Bologna, and there I met children – from newborns to 11-year-olds – who struggle every day with a strength that leaves you speechless.
Maybe they see a superhero in me, I don’t know. I just know that I see real warriors in them.

To them I wanted to dedicate something special: the helmet of this Mugello 2025.
A helmet designed by them, full of colors, dreams and strength. A masterpiece.
One message above all: “Forbidden to say I can’t do it.” Because when the heart is big, anything is possible.

On track: I gave ALL

In qualifying I pushed. We made progress in the Aragón test, but in the time attack something is still missing.
Remounting is always tough – but I admit, making good overtakes amuses me.
But even starting further ahead, I still would have finished fifth. From mid-race on, the tires were gone, and the pace of the front runners I could no longer keep.

That’s okay.
Because the energy from this weekend I will carry with me for a long time. The charge for the upcoming races is there.
And as I told the children, as we promised each other: Forbidden to say I can’t do it!

A rollercoaster weekend. Between qualifying mistakes, a flat-out sprint, and a race full of overtakes. But P8 just isn’t enough for me.

Friday: the qualifying struggle confirmed

I didn’t manage to go straight into Q2. I tried the soft tyre, but I was really struggling. We need new solutions to push the bike to the limit right from the start — that’s the main goal we’ll focus on over the next few weeks before Mugello.

Saturday: crash and comeback

Saturday was a mix of frustration and anger. Quali was a real disaster. I crashed right at the beginning of the session, far from the pits, then ran like crazy to grab the spare bike — but we had to reset everything. I only had one lap in the end, and that put me starting from the very last row. In the Sprint I had a poor start, the bike spun up and I dropped even further back. But I started a fierce comeback, pushed the tyres past the limit, and finished eighth.

Sunday: eighth again, but with the right mindset

In the main race, I did it again: same comeback, from P20 to P8. Lots of overtakes, but it’s still not enough. We’ve got solid pace in the race, and we have to make the most of it. We’ll have some new solutions available during the test, and we’ll give it everything to have a big weekend at Mugello.

Stay tuned!

Closing my eyes on the Silverstone podium, hearing the anthem, raising my arms to the sky, and knowing that I was back. It wasn’t just a win. It was a release. A reply to everything we’ve carried on our backs these past months. And yes—it felt incredible.

The Sprint: nightmare start, monster comeback

Saturday didn’t begin how I hoped. Right off the line, the front holeshot device got stuck. The bike wouldn’t brake like it should. I dropped to P19 in a flash, chasing the field like I was riding on sand.

But I hung in there. Head down, heart open. I pushed lap after lap and fought my way back to fourth. Not a podium, but it felt like a small victory. A reminder to myself that the fire’s still there. Burning stronger than ever.

Sunday: 609 days later

The main race was an emotional rollercoaster. Starting from P11, in the middle of the chaos, and then a red flag threw everything into reset.

And that’s when something clicked. I rode the way I love to ride: sharp, calm, hungry. I picked off rider after rider, no panic, no desperation. Then suddenly, I saw it—the lead. I didn’t overthink it. I just went for it. And when Quartararo pulled off with a problem… I knew the door was open.

Those last few laps—I’ll never forget them. The team watching from pit wall, me out front alone, every corner more intense than the last. Then the checkered flag. Victory. Finally. After 609 days. On an Aprilia. On a bike that’s starting to feel like mine. With a team that believed in me, even when the results weren’t coming.

A win for all of us

This one’s for the people who kept believing. Who told me, “Don’t worry, your time will come.” For my team, my family, the fans who stuck by me through the rough weekends. I didn’t win alone—we won this together.

Now we know we can be up front. This isn’t just a spark. It’s a signal. And I can’t wait to get back on the bike and prove it again.

See you at the next one.

A strange, complicated weekend, full of unknowns. Le Mans has confirmed that it is one of those places where anything can happen, and this time was no exception. We come out of it with a few points, a lot of reflections and – as always – the desire to go back to work even stronger.

Friday: positive signs

From the first free practice I had a pretty good feeling. The work done in the post-Jerez tests showed: the bike was responding better, and we were able to get straight into Q2. That’s not little, considering how much we were struggling just a couple of weeks ago. Of course, the balance of the bike is still not perfect, especially when I try to push in the time attack, but something is moving in the right direction.

Saturday: another missed opportunity

Qualifying did not go badly – seventh time, which allowed me to start in a good position for the Sprint. But then, again, a slip compromised everything: I went long in Turn 8, ending up in the gravel. It’s frustrating, because the pace wasn’t bad, but when you make a mistake like that, the result goes out the window.

I’m realizing that the bike tends to move a lot when I’m in the slipstream, especially when braking. When I’m alone, I can ride it better. It’s something we have to work on, but I also have to figure out how to adapt. It’s part of the game.

Sunday: flag-to-flag roulette.

The race was a merry-go-round. Crazy conditions: rain coming and going, track drying out and getting wet again, decisions to be made in seconds. I started with rain, then decided to come back in and put on slicks, but as soon as I made the change … it started raining again. And that’s when it became even more complicated.

I tried to stay in with slicks, then I crashed, got the bike back in, got the second bike back in with rain. And for a while I was even running well. But when the asphalt started to cool down, the grip disappeared and I couldn’t keep up the pace anymore. In the end I finished 14th, which is almost a miracle the way it went. I can’t be happy, though.

What I take home

Le Mans tested us in every aspect. It was a weekend where every lap you had to deal with something different. I made mistakes, but I also gathered important information. And if there’s one thing I take away, it’s that we’re understanding this bike more and more.

Now head down and back to work. More competitions lie ahead, and I have no intention of staying where we are. One step at a time, as always.

We left behind a tough weekend in Jerez. Not the kind of GP to be framed, but one that forces you to grit your teeth, work hard and, in the end, even bring something good home. Results don’t always tell the whole story, and this time they did.

From the very first free practice we had to chase. The bike was nervous, I was struggling to find feeling especially in the time attack. I tried to force it but every time something went wrong: traffic, yellow flags, not ideal conditions. In the end we were very close to getting directly into Q2 – we are talking about a tenth short – but the fact that we were playing it is already a small sign. The work done in the pit was intense, although not everything went in the direction we hoped.

Saturday’s qualifying was painful but I finally made it through Q1. This is never easy. In Q2, 11th place is not the best, but at least it allowed us to get a decent start in the Sprint. And it was in the Sprint that I found a good feeling again. I got a good start, had fun in the tussle and finished eighth . The pace was there, the head too. It was a mini-race that made me realize that, despite everything, we were going in the right direction.

The long race was the real chance to pick up something concrete. Unfortunately, on the second lap I made a mistake in braking at the first corner and ended up long in the gravel. From there on it was an all uphill comeback. The pace was strong but starting practically from scratch is unforgiving.

Finishing 14th after that kind of mistake hurts, no use getting around it. But there’s also a bright side: this time we weren’t far behind because of a lack of rhythm, but only because of an episode. And that changes so much, because it means we can be up there in front.

On Monday, we have testing ahead of us. They will be crucial to understand what we can really improve, especially in qualifying where we still struggle. The goal always remains the same: to grow step by step. Sometimes we succeed right away, sometimes we don’t. But consistency, that, we don’t lack.

It was a tough weekend in Qatar where from the beginning we had difficulty with the setting. In FP we couldn’t get the pace to get into Q2 and in Q1 we were narrowly out.

There is a lot of work, but in the race at the end we manage to have a good pace. Saturday in the Sprint I had fun, but in the first few laps I struggled to find my rhythm: between some stability problems and the new tire, I couldn’t push like I wanted to. Then, as soon as I got confident, I was able to make good overtakes and really have fun.

Sunday in the race we took a small step forward: the bike was a little more stable, although we had to sacrifice some power. We are still not where we want to be, but we are working in the right direction. It will take a little more patience, but we remain focused and positive.

It was not an easy weekend, in fact, probably one of the most complicated since the beginning of the season. Unfortunately, starting behind in this MotoGP immediately complicates everything for you: if you’re not in front, you’re forced to chase, to work twice as hard to get half the result. Yet, there are also positive things to take home from this race.

The second half gave me so much charge. Lap after lap I started to feel better, more comfortable, more “in tune” with the bike. I started riding the way I like, having fun, pushing. I made good overtakes, good braking, I recovered … and when it happens like that, even if you’re fighting for positions that don’t fully satisfy you, it triggers something inside you.

Too bad about that one lap down, because I was catching up hard on Jack (Miller) and maybe I could have gone for it. Maybe the result didn’t change, but another attack I would have pulled it out, for sure. And it’s those things that stay in your head after the race: not so much the placing, but the feeling. And those, today, at the end, came back good.

Of course, we need to fix things upstream. Qualifying remains our weak spot. With the new tire, the bike moves so much, it’s much more nervous, and I struggle to find the right limit. I want to push, but I can’t push too hard, otherwise I risk throwing the lap away. It’s a difficult balance to find: pushing without pushing too much. At that stage there, the bike is not yet “mine,” and this is also reflected in the first few laps of the race.

We are working to make the bike more stable, more precise. I know that as soon as we can make a step there, everything will change. Because when I can find rhythm and confidence, I can play with the top guys.

Now head to the next one. There’s more work to be done, more filing, but I’m taking this second half of the race home, because it reminded me how good it is to fight. And I want to go back to it right away.

Il weekend in Argentina era iniziato nel modo giusto. Durante le libere mi sono sentito subito bene, il ritmo c’era e sono riuscito ad accedere direttamente in Q2. Ma quando si è trattato di spingere per il giro secco, sono tornate fuori alcune difficoltà. Sul passo riesco a guidare bene, ma nel time attack, quando devo davvero stressare la moto, faccio ancora fatica a tenerla sotto controllo. Così sono partito dalla P9, non certo la posizione ideale.

Nella Sprint del sabato, però, è andata meglio. Ho chiuso in P6, con bei sorpassi e devo dire che mi sono anche divertito. Sentivo di poter portare a casa un buon risultato anche nella gara della domenica, ma purtroppo ho sbagliato in partenza. Ho frenato troppo tardi alla prima curva e ho toccato Fabio Quartararo, compromettendo non solo la mia gara, ma anche la sua.
Mi dispiace davvero tanto per l’errore, soprattutto nei confronti del mio team e dei miei tifosi. Quando succedono episodi del genere, rimuginarci sopra non serve a nulla. Preferisco concentrarmi su quanto di buono ho fatto fino ad ora e lavorare per migliorare dove ancora faccio fatica. So che manca davvero poco per riuscire a stare stabilmente con i primi e darò tutto per fare quel passo avanti.
Ad Austin ci aspetta uno dei weekend più duri dal punto di vista fisico, ma voglio affrontarlo al massimo per accorciare il gap e dimostrare tutto il potenziale che stiamo esprimendo gara dopo gara.

Il weekend in Argentina era iniziato nel modo giusto. Durante le libere mi sono sentito subito bene, il ritmo c’era e sono riuscito ad accedere direttamente in Q2. Ma quando si è trattato di spingere per il giro secco, sono tornate fuori alcune difficoltà. Sul passo riesco a guidare bene, ma nel time attack, quando devo davvero stressare la moto, faccio ancora fatica a tenerla sotto controllo. Così sono partito dalla P9, non certo la posizione ideale.

Nella Sprint del sabato, però, è andata meglio. Ho chiuso in P6, con bei sorpassi e devo dire che mi sono anche divertito. Sentivo di poter portare a casa un buon risultato anche nella gara della domenica, ma purtroppo ho sbagliato in partenza. Ho frenato troppo tardi alla prima curva e ho toccato Fabio Quartararo, compromettendo non solo la mia gara, ma anche la sua.
Mi dispiace davvero tanto per l’errore, soprattutto nei confronti del mio team e dei miei tifosi. Quando succedono episodi del genere, rimuginarci sopra non serve a nulla. Preferisco concentrarmi su quanto di buono ho fatto fino ad ora e lavorare per migliorare dove ancora faccio fatica. So che manca davvero poco per riuscire a stare stabilmente con i primi e darò tutto per fare quel passo avanti.
Ad Austin ci aspetta uno dei weekend più duri dal punto di vista fisico, ma voglio affrontarlo al massimo per accorciare il gap e dimostrare tutto il potenziale che stiamo esprimendo gara dopo gara.