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.
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!
