A few things... I’m by no means a Lewis fan, but I don’t think this should pit Lewis in a bad light. This isn’t a first - Senna trashed his Monaco flat after Monaco in 1988, and I’m 100% sure this happens all the time in high level sports. He can get through his emotions in any which way he wants as long as he keeps…
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There are certain skills I am very good at. World class, even. Not driving, but it’s the same all over: the better you get at something, the more you realize how much more you could improve. You start to see just how much more effort it’s going to take to get the rest of the way to your goal, because you don’t improve…
That’s why I got into bikes. Have Porsche performance for the cost of optional carbon brakes or less.
Everything I want is too expensive and by the time I can afford it humans won't be allowed to drive anymore. Doesn't sound like life is worth living
Because when you’re fricking pumped for the race you throw pre cautions to the wind
I see wings.
Gotta install that aftermarket tachometer...
Did they add the chime when it goes over a certain speed? Putting up with the ding-diing.... ding-diing.... ding-diing... was part of the Initial experience, like when you get an RX-7 and have that damn overrev buzzer going off all the time.
Oh, that’s fantastic! I really like the amount of effort that went into this (they even did the wheels!). That cupholder’s a bit too far out of the driver’s periphery, though...
That’s what she said.
More like 1989, but it’s totally close enough, dude.
I’m also very happy to announce that with this, Maggie is going to be one of Jalopnik’s regular columnists. She spends most of her time writing novels but expect to see a lot more of her writing here soon!
She was knitting when the brakes went out.
The Mustang owner later apologized, claiming he didn’t actually see the motorcycle, only the rider.
I remember the good ol’ days when if you crashed you just blamed Pastor Maldonado. Now things are so complicated...
That would be chaos. I love this idea.
Here’s a big, wild idea I thought of just now: 24-hour rallycross.
Easy.
Speaking as a motorcyclist, this must have been the ultimate way to go: On your own machinery, going faster than anyone else and with your boots on. And - at age - 73, old enough to have lived a full life.