My story runs parallel to my father's and the episodes which emotionally and sentimentally decided that my destiny should be linked with motorcycling were: the first one, during the Shell Gold Cup of April 11th, 1955, Ray Amm when Ray Amm, at his debut on an MV, died after crashing out at the Rivazza corner on the 20th lap whilst chasing Ken Kavanagh, riding a Guzzi, who then went on to win the race. In the days before the race, he had been invited to my family home for dinner, and I'd had a chance to find out that, despite his reputation for being a heroic rider who feared nothing, he was a kind, cultivated man who loved opera. Attracted by this ambivalence and charmed by his kind eyes, when he died that day I felt I was dying with him and, mourning him, I wish I was omnipotent and could bring him back to life. The second episode that was to decide my destiny (devoting my life to riders and my profession to saving them) happened during the 4th edition of the Gold Cup on April 22nd, 1957, when, disobeying my father who would not let me stand too close to the track to watch races, I hid behind the protective straw bales placed against a pine tree at the Acque Minerali corner. Duke I was right there when Duke fell off his Gilera 500: I was the first to spring out into the track: I dragged the rider out of the dangerous zone and removed the bike as well, to prevent it endangering the other riders. My perfect rescue was documented by a photographer. The next day, Checco saw in the "Resto del Carlino", the local newspaper, a picture of that impromptu rescue organised by a boy who was wearing a grown-up hat not to be recognised. He gave me a severe punishment but at the same time, predicted that one day, I would become a doctor and that that was probably the mission I had been called to life for. Checco was a great organiser and his generosity and big heart could not make him overlook the aspect of medical assistance for the riders. Ever since the earliest editions of the Gold Cup, the famous springtime race featuring the most glorious riders in the world, the best doctors and ambulances were at the track (among them, I would like to mention Dr. Luigi Lincei and Dr. Adriano Mondini). He also organised a fantastic group of track marshals who always worked at their best. He co-operated with Ermete Amadesi of CEA who, with the precious help of his daughters, Rossella and Patrizia, managed and still manages today the CEA staff, known all over the world I took my degree in Medicine on March 3rd, 1967 and immediately began to follow the races organised by my father. My story as a track doctor and doctor and friend of all the riders began back then.