In the gap today and always...

 Time flies. As much or more than you, faithful companion. Just eight years have passed since one day, between illusion, some hesitation and without believing that it was your owner, we went out to shoot. It wasn't easy at first...you were very naughty and from time to time, you pissed me off. Even a goat crossed our path coming back from our Jarama. From then on, we became more friends than ever and went on excursions, took pictures and I think we missed a few races. We have been to Montmelo circuit, the best of all. In our endearing Jarama and in our nice Motorland and in our Cheste. What a pity that this last one is like this and they treat us the way they treat us... pity and sorrow, yes. What a year 2019, we spent. There yes no, we missed none. And how many excursions? And how many corners... But the damn 2020 came and we had to stop... Do you remember when I secretly took you around the block, to recharge batteries and circulate oil inside your good and huge heart? . Well, we had a good time, but in those months, we became aware that we were no longer so young and although we went to some races, we didn't realize that it was no longer our place: we were bothered by the unfortunate behavior of the people, the discussions with rude, uncelebrated and other spices typical of this shit of time and country ... and the trigger came in Cheste, where if not for Antonio Albacete JR, one of the many uncelebrated, cocksuckers , bums and retards who put an orange vest on them and believe something, he goes home with two punshes.... And we decided to let it be. This motorsport of Gentlemen drivers of going to the circuit, even to the Rally or to go on an excursion, with respect, in an elegant, healthy and safe way, is no longer here, nor is it expected. Speaking of excursions: we have done some, yes: but there are no longer little pubs where you can park quietly and have a coffee at the bar in the square: all full of people, who, as they fear that they will be locked up again, go everywhere in a crowd , spending what they have and what they don't. ..

About fuel prices, about the murder that the bastards who rule are doing, in the Kingdom of Valencia and other whores, I will not continue talking, because I will enter into blasphemy and as today there are many and many who have very thin skin, they can be offended.

Total that we shoot less. But hey there we are. We are going out something, taking some photo. Attending a concert and missing that time when traveling with a specimen like you, was a recognized symbol of beauty and good taste: of the rider and the beast.

But hey, since old rockers never die and good mechanics don't either, we're going to continue in the gap.And I want to thank my brother, mechanic, BMW tamer and good boy, Don Manuel Segura Gómez, mechanic, confessor and track engineer of mine and my faithful Hidalgo, who provides such good care to the bug.

I want to send a greeting to the pilots of the Valencian Mountain and Rally Championship. I miss you all and all, but it is what it is. To Toni Ariete, rally champion of the Valencian Community 2020 that the only thing that surpasses his condition is his bonomia. And Don Isidro Ricolfe, about his advice on sports photography. Thanks, teacher.

And a note to the autophobes, bad politicians, little shits and others, who want the people to go by bike, scooter, etc: while you, drive in an official car or fly in a Falcon: You will take Hidalgo from my dead hands, sons of the great bitch (excuse me...).

Congratulations Hidalgo. If we don't burst before, one of the two, we have for a while.