I was roughly at km 100 and riding calmly, without pushing it too hard. I was hot on the heels of Pedro Bianchi when a cow popped out of a turn. I hit it with the handlebar and fell hard on my shoulder. My fuel tank got a hole in it, so I quite obviously ran out of petrol. Vincent Guindani gave me some and I managed to finish the first part. The doctors strapped my shoulder so I could start the second special, but my motorcycle stopped 30 km from the finish. I think it was a sign: I had to stop. It wasn't worth it. I wanted to fight at the front. I already had my fair share of bad luck in 2011 and 2012. I'm going back home tomorrow. It's a hard blow. One day you're crying of joy and the next you're crying of pain and sadness.