It was when he came upon the scene of Luthi's crash, where his cartwheeling bike had thrown gravel all over the entry to the next corner. Marquez came around and saw the gravel, and you could almost hear him yell in his helmet "Gravel… AWESOME!!!", before throwing his bike on its side, giving it a fistful of throttle and power sliding through it like Jason Doyle. The man is a freak. It was the kind of situation that regularly sees many of the people who masquerade as motorcyclists and ride every third Sunday (if its sunny) up their favourite local road to sit at a cafe and make broom broom noises with other pretend-motorcyclist-idiots, crash their brains out. They see gravel on the road and panic, then crash like lemmings, before telling their friends they "had to lay it down" because there was gravel on the road. That's the difference between Marquez and 99% of motorcyclists. He actually is a motorcyclist. The rest are pretenders.