Tyres

whhheeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The scream of

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whhheeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The scream of jet engines rises to a crescendo on the runways of the world. Every second, somewhere or other, a plane touches down, with a puff of smoke from scorched tyre rubber, or rises in the air, leaving a smear of black fumes dissolving in its wake. From space, the earth might look … Read more

It’s two seasons since

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It’s two seasons since I raced in Sepang and I’m looking forward to it now. It’s a track where you have a little bit of everything – it’s hard to ride, it’s hot, there are fast and slow corners, hard braking, long straights and everybody has references from the tests. Nevertheless, we need to wait … Read more

In the context of

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In the context of the great debates about identity politics – are you gay or straight, nationalist or republican, British or English and so on – I would ask, “Do you ride a bike?” I love everything about the machine – the sensation of the tyres on the road, the mobility – and I love … Read more

Lagos was a city

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Lagos was a city that had been turned against itself. There was a bridge that became the perfect trap for crimes, which began with nails being scattered to cause flat tyres. If the driver stopped, the car would be dismantled in 20 minutes and the parts thrown overboard [to people waiting below]. The system had … Read more