This year's Motorcycle Grand Prix is getting more and more to be like one of Salgari's famous adventure tales set in the exotic locations where our racing heroes lately rose their heads and roared.
Rossi, above all, but also a feline-sly Biaggi - who knows he'll be riding an HRC bike of his own next season.
Pedrosa's determination appears to have no limits: an anti-tank rocket might be the only way to stop him.
Our compliments also go to Dovizioso for winning the world title in his own class with such absolute authority after breaking out of a hungry pack of adversaries thanks to his sense of balance and constancy.

It takes cold blood to win a world championship, alright. Gibernau must have confused cold blood with cold temperatures: either the chill his refrigerated racing suit gave him in Qatar must have been too cold for him to want to use in Malaysia or the cold shoulders he and Val exchanged at the pre-race press conference.
The difference is in the pilot's mind, and now the big difference is that Valentino has racked up six world titles and Gibernau nary a one. There must be a reason somewhere, because the Spaniard has ridden more than an official bike or two in the past.
But we'll have to wait until the next Grand Prix. We're already thinking of the coming year with Biaggi astride his own official Honda: that'll be a race, sure.
Now we're all wondering if HRC is really going to keep its word and has finally understood that it's not enough to be a great rider or a rising star if your bike is anything less than the best.
In the meantime, we'll just keep on enjoying this year's show where the winners all speak Italian…..with baited breath, because next year they might all be speaking Spanish.
Keep your ears open for the names of Pedrosa, Lorenzo and Barberà and keep your fingers crossed!