MotoGP - The Chicane Chicanery

Imagine you are a rider, fighting for first. Your machine is the fastest thing on two wheels, asphalt flashes by at speeds over 300 km/h and there's no sound but the roaring winds and the scream of an engine tweaked to the peak of its abilities. It's the perfect moment. And then you hit the brakes, bleeding away all that hard-won speed and momentum, because there's another bloody chicane coming up. Chicanes, we all know and hate them. Ugly little corn...