It’s not my thing, but competitive driving in circles at a consistent 180-200mph (290-320kph) with a certain tolerance for bumping. That’s a non-trivial motor sport.
for hours at a time, in the summer, usually in the South, in a car with no AC… and if you’re doing it right, the only thing visible ahead of you is the car in front’s rear end. I love it.
A given sport has to really hit a person at the right point in their lives for them to fall in love with it, and that usually at a fairly young age, but over the years I’ve very much come around to the notion that just because the charms and nuances are lost on me, that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
It’s not my thing, but competitive driving in circles at a consistent 180-200mph (290-320kph) with a certain tolerance for bumping. That’s a non-trivial motor sport.
Nah, that was a boring race. We’re all here for the wrecks and spinouts that allow some positioning changes.
for hours at a time, in the summer, usually in the South, in a car with no AC… and if you’re doing it right, the only thing visible ahead of you is the car in front’s rear end. I love it.
A given sport has to really hit a person at the right point in their lives for them to fall in love with it, and that usually at a fairly young age, but over the years I’ve very much come around to the notion that just because the charms and nuances are lost on me, that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
Indeed. Utterly beyond comprehension