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"A couragous man is not scared of what scares him"

"I race to race because I love to do it if i win, even better !"


Alive memory of a Champion (A strength of the Nature)


This is not the biography nor the commemoration of a fallen champion, but a vivid memory, cheerful as he would have wanted, a fun and witty friend, too impulsive and generous to accumulate and conserve points for a world title: Renzo Pasolini. I will painfully start by remembering that 20th of May 1973 in which, on the large curve of Monza, during horrible fall in full velocity which involved eight cyclists, Renzo lost his life as well as Jarno Saarinen, it is not Pasolini that I would like to remember on that fateful day, but Renzo, the "Paso", the one who made you laugh with his intelligent and light jokes and rode a motorcycle as if he were trying to invent new strategies every time he rode.

Prescription glasses, medium frame, robust build, that half smile that no one ever understood. Paso had a communication that was all his, made of quick and sometimes cutting sentences, contained laughter and isolation which you understood were not to be disturbed. A typical "private" moment of such would have been him leaning up against his parked motorcycle between
runs
, smoking his cigarette, his gaze and mind lost who knows where.

Ever time I remember him it is like this; in the humid, cold weather of some international race track, squatting next to his Aermacchi, with his Montgomery on his leather suit. No one ever interrupted those minutes of "nirvana", not even to ask which ride he had decided to mount.

How di Paso rideé Like an extremely fast cross bike racer. His first passion, in fact, was originally cross racing and his riding techniques instinctively resembled those of which he had never completely abandoned, not even on the high speed circuit asphalts and Grand Prix motorcycles. Every curve was a new adventure, a challenge of three between him, the motorcycle and the road: entering fast half off in his miraculous pin point position ready to "redo" his position in his seat, moving his lower end this way and that, throwing out his knee, constantly peeling giving gas to correct the acceleration of which the back wheel was extremely dependant. To see him interpret the curves in such an excellent way made the public go wild, but caused anxiousness for those who know more of the art than the general public because it was obvious that while playing this balancing act, Renzo was putting his life at risk.

If Pasolini is remembered and loved for his life risking generosity during races, he should also be remembered for the empty defeats which hindered him from the concrete admiration of the crowds. The most famous example would be that of the world title in 1969 which went to Kel Carruthers with his four cylinder Benelli 250, after the Australian had beat Pasolini which, from the incorrect scorekeeping, alternated hard earned victories with falls that put him in the hospital for some time. That splendid championship of 1969, a result of exclusions from Benelli, Ossa and Yamaha only at the very last dramatic race at Abbey, would have internationally graduated our pilot if these, Enen with the victory at Assen, at Sachsenring and in Czechoslovakia, had not tried the first part by falling at Hockenheim and finally at Imatra.

It seemed as though it were his destiny to give away titles to those who theoretically, riding the same motorcycles, didn't have a chance. After the case of Carruthers, which became (actually turned back) in the meantime Harley-Davidson from Aermacchi, it was Walter Villa with the bikes that Pasolini had sketched and taken to the top already in 1972 winning three world 250 races who claimed the world titles from '74 to '76.

But the Italian public remembers Pasolini for his challenges with his Benelli and Agostini with his three cylinder MV Agusta 350 and 500 class, especially the highly followed Adriatic Riviera races. A real war lasting from 1966 to 1970 (with the Benelli) and then until 1973 (with the Aermacchi Harley Davidson). 1969 proved to be Pasolini's most successful his Benelli with five victories in the 350 clas, against only one….The antagonism between the two greatest Italian bikers of the time was so intense that even rare television interviews were performed bringing to light Pasolini's great sense of humor.

In an attempt to satisfy the public frenzy, a confrontation between the two gladiators was organized: Pasolini with the MV Agusta and Agostini with the Benelli. It took everything to sedate the insistent who fiercely supported the absurd (but decidedly exciting) race. It is thanks to the FMI, The Italian Federation, that it never came to pass.

During his long dispute with Agostini, Pasolini collected ten victories with the Benelli 350 and two victories with the Aermacchi-HD 350. It can be said that Agostini was not Pasolini's only opponent. With Saarinen, Read, Sheene, Carruthers and Herrero he was able to come in second during the world race with the Aermacchi 350. He was second in the 250 world race in 1972 with the Aermacchi-HD, coming in after Saarinen; second in 1968 with the Benelli 350 behind Agostini and third in the same class in 1970 and 1972. He won six 250 grand prix and six 250 and 350 Italian.

He raced as well in the United States with the official Harley-Davidson team, with the two cylinder 750 which took him to third place in 1972 in Ontario (first of the Harley Davidson), but did not have the same luck at Daytona in 1973.

Let us close this memory of Paso with an anecdote told by Gilberto Milani. The circuit of St. Wendel, in Germany in 1965; the park has become a swamp from all the rain, but Pasolini and Mascheroni decide anyway to cross the park to get something to eat. While slushing through the mud, Mascheroni admires Pasolini's nice shoes and says: "Did you really have to put those shoes on to come sloshing through this mess…é" and Paso responds, "That is exactly why I put your shoes on...".

Roberto Patrignani

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