Convert a Sceptical Friend to F1 with SennaContest over the summer thought so.
I hated F1 and could not see its appeal silly men sitting in silly cars going round and round.Afterwards she said,
I have since watched some formula one races and ask questions all the time, whos that how does that work whats in the car how do the cars work. [sic] I now get the appeal of formula 1 but cant understand why it is not advertised to the wider audience to people like me who used to hate it.
amazing experience.
Sometimes I think I know some of the reasons why I do the things the way I do in a car and sometimes I think I don't know why. There are some moments that seem to be the natural instinct that is in me. Whether I have been born with it or whether this feeling has grown in me more than other people I don't know, but it is inside me and it takes over with a great amount of space and intensity. When I am competing against the watch and against other competitors, the feeling of expectation, of getting it done and doing the best I can gives me a kind of power that some moments when I am driving actually detaches me completely from anything else as I am doing it...corner after corner, lap after lap. I can give you a true example.posted by shoesfullofdust at 8:32 PM on October 14, 2011 [1 favorite]
Monte Carlo '88, the last qualifying section. I was already on pole and I was going faster and faster. One lap after the other, quicker and quicker and quicker. I was at one stage just on pole, then by half a second and then by half a second and then one second and I just kept going. Suddenly I was nearly two seconds faster than anybody else, including my team mate with the same car. And suddenly I realized that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension. It was like I was in a tunnel. Not only the tunnel under the hotel but the whole circuit was a tunnel. I was just going and going, more and more and more and more. I was way over the limit but still able to find more.
Then suddenly something just kicked me. I kind of woke up and realized that I was in a different atmosphere than you normally are. My immediate reaction was to back off, slow down. I drove back slowly to the pits and I didn't want to go out any more that day. It frightened me because I was well beyond my conscious understanding. It happens rarely but I keep these experiences very much alive inside me because it is something that is important for self-preservation.
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