I know this is supposed to be about our race effort, but I think this topic is both pertinent and relevant so here is how this is going to go down…Im going to get out my soapbox and rant a bit and in return, ill never tell anyone about that trip to Vegas or why you needed those pills…deal? I thought so.

So last night I sat down to watch LeMans with Steve McQueen and, of course since I’m a complete petrol-head, i was in 120 minutes of ecstasy, but as I was watching it I started taking notice of all the little things, and I’m not referring to plot subtleties (there is almost no plot) but rather the differences in what motivated the characters in the movie and how they carried themselves. What I am referring to here is the insatiable drive for achievement. To race for the sake of racing and compete for the sake of competing, even if no sponsorship or big dollar endorsement is on the line. This is of course not unique to this film, but it is a theme that is carried out amongst all the truly great films for those of us with a touch of pre-mix in our blood and carries over to real life for those with a thirst to go 1 inch farther just for the sake of it, or 1 mile faster just because. One has to recognize the willingness of these men to drive what were basically road-going missiles equipped with only the barest safety features and the most rudimentary understanding of aerodynamics and take them at over 230mph through a circuit composed of country roads, and this is no fiction, this is the truth of motorsports past. This was our concord moment, the zenith of endurance racing lunacy, achievement for the sake of achievement and the moment at which speed and safety met at their most polar of opposites. (more…)