For some reason the loss of Marco Simoncelli hurts nearly as much as losing my Father this year to cancer. I never knew Marco. I just new him through his passion of racing motorcycles, a passion we all share, and that passion makes his loss hurt even more. He was exciting to watch both on and off the track. Marco gave us something to cheer for and against. Though as much as you read about people “hating” him, I honestly believe they never did. He gave us life and passion. We lived through him. While I always rooted against him I never wished him any wrong.
Marco’s passing hurts more than I ever thought it would when I first read the news this morning. The tears hit me often upon reflection. He carried part of my old racing number “58”. Seems no matter where that number is it is good luck. That number is what first drew me to watching Marco. I guess that was luck in itself. For I got to witness a wonderful passionate young man doing what he loved and do it well. I always rooted for the Americans, Colin, Ben, Nicky, John. But you couldn’t help but be drawn to Marco. He had that about him.
The sport will go on and more new exciting blood will step up to the plate. But for me and I know many others, a small significant peace will be missing. I am glad to have experienced your life and passion, Marco, Godspeed and prayers to your family and friends.