Still totally worth it.

I concur. In most of the scenarios you’ve suggested, as with many others, the species goes on. The terms by which it defines survival? Who knows, but that has changed time and again already. I suppose, in citing our supposed invulnerability against a host of possible and potential problems, I suggest only that…

Or her for that matter.

I actually meant the kid part.

If nothing else, being out of ones depth encourages a sink or swim mentality.

She already said “Yes”

That was far too eloquent a statement for Gawker.

#SorryNotSorry

Engineer: It works.

Stone age critters.

Which leads me to wonder how you feel about the concept of autonomous racing. Remove the human element, up the danger level... but you’re still just talking machines and it’s the human element which connects.

Give it a few years and “meh” will make it into the dictionary giving you the opposite you so desire.

Okay, Jalopnik... you all saw it.

I read your last reply and now I need to go curl up in a dark room, maybe in the fetal position, and cry for an hour.

No kidding.

I have one of those!

The situation you described in your first paragraph; I’ve not felt that sensation in over a decade, which seems to imply it’s probably just me, but I don’t find many motorsports as exciting or engaging as when I was watching GP when I was a kid.

The likelihood of me ever owning a, say, Ferrari California, long wheelbase, is about as high as my owning a Ford GT, yet somehow that doesn’t diminish my lust for the things.

If I divorce my wife, marry $kay and buy her a GT, would that qualify me?

Agreed.