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Finally.. The very much anticipated motoGP new season has began! 
There are some changes and a few new comers in the new season, so I definitely think this would be such an awesome and interesting season!  


Last night, the first race was on. As predicted, the Hondas were dominated at Losail circuit (Qatar). Even though Jorge Lorenzo succeed to cut the duo Casey Stoner and Dani Pedrosa and made it to 2nd position, it was Valentino Rossi who stole the spotlight. His first ever race with Ducati ended up with him at 7th position after battling with Ben Spies half of the game. My dear Vale claimed still had pain in his shoulder due to motocross crashed nearly one year ago. But as a huge huge huge and devotee fan, I'll always support him no matter what. Go VR46! 

Here are some VR photos from Qatar, the night race and one of the most beautiful circuit. Don't you love his new helmet and of course, the bike? So colorful and so Vale... (click to enlarge

The Doctor



The Ritual

One minute silence to reminiscence the Japanese

VR46 in action




It's only the beginning.. I'm sure VR has some surprises for us as soon as his shoulder gets better. Best wishes to all riders in 2011 and I can't wait to meet you all again! 




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