Phillip Island, Feb. 27—
MotoGP is perhaps the ultimate pinnacle of human competition and ingenuity, as wing-footed, leather-swaddled gods race for victory on a cruel and remorseless paved stage. A select few become legends; the rest are reduced to shattered, empty souls. To win is everything; but finding an advantage to make it so? Well nigh impossible. (Sorry to get all Middle English up in your grille, but it's so rare to have an opportunity to play the Norman card these days).