memoirs of a petrol head

A scooter accelerates past me as I saunter up the hill. I smell the exhaust fumes and instantly I am somewhere else.

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I am walking through the paddock at the Donington MotoGP. It’s Thursday, and all of the teams are busy preparing the motorcycles for the first practice session. Engines are being tuned. The noise is energizing. The smells thrill me. Adrenaline flows. These scents go hand in hand with the excitement of the racing. I hope I never forget these sensations.
I am working my way from client to client, from team to team. Contracts are signed. Everyone is happy, especially me. I am successful and life seems to be full of opportunities.
As I move through the paddock the Spanish and Italian mechanics make me laugh with their endless compliments and innuendos. I respond in Italian, with a cheeky wink. They love their jobs. Who wouldn’t!
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The scooter disappears over the brow of the hill. The smell is gone … and I’m back in my present surroundings.

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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