How much is the sport of motor racing a metaphor for real life?
Many years ago went to a Neal family reunion and was told the story of how the hand became applied to the crest. In a competition for a kingdom as a reward for glory in battle, on seeing that he would be unable to win a foot race for the land, the Neal patriarch cut off his hand and threw it ahead to claim his estate.
Talk about blood sport...a few of his genes are alleged to be scattered about somewhere in my DNA, so the story has stuck because regardless of my desire it is part of me. Have many times asked myself sincerely, in view of my pathetic life, would I have even thought of that and had the courage to carry it out to win a kingdom?
Maybe back then, but probably not now.
Motor racing grew as a sport between and after two world wars in which millions of lives were lost and philosophers fathered Existentialism. So many died, and with so much horror and tragedy, that life itself seemed to became worthless in contrast to the suffering and sacrifice of those who perished in pursuit of a greater good.
Surely it is sport to risk one's life in pursuit of folly when others are dying and have died for an humanitarian cause. But it is only an acceptable metaphor while life has very little commodity value.
Once a single life becomes more valuable in life than in death we will refine our definitions of sport and of a champion.
Recent idea: pop-off canopy with built-in roll bar that is set over driver's helmet but not so far forward it blocks view to side.
Also maybe some attention to aero and the undersides of cars to prevent them becoming aircraft when they loose contact with track.
Apologies for the bighead post.
Edited by John Woods, Aug 31 2017 - 08:22 PM.