Given this gruesome roll call, it is a wonder the Spaniard's mind isn't submerged by dread as he tears round the track but it is with a softer, more sensuous tone that Lorenzo explains his relationship with the motorbike that so often puts him in harm's way.
When I wasn't sleeping or submerged in the surf becoming one with a seahorse, I was facedown on a massage table covered in orchid petals with only the slight rumble of my own stomach to awaken me.