Emotions

Since I wait for weekly laundry to finish, and with all the previews, comments and information on Twitter of the Monaco GP of the upcoming weekend, some thoughts about Formula 1 - my very own and very personal.

I grew up with Formula 1 (and football by the way). At times in a certain age I found it rather boring, but I remember a time, when I was really catched by it, the F1 fever,  the cars, the sounds of the motors (as far as tele was broadcasting), the drivers of course.

Just today as I read the name Eliseo Salazar on Twitter in a tweet by Gregory Haines it struck my mind remembering 1982 as the poor guy - Mr. Salazar - was attacked by a frustrated Nelson Piquet after a crash - unthinkable in our F1 days. A driver attacking another one (last seen as far as I recall the attempt of Mr "magic paddle" Schumacher in Spa 1998 after he struck DC from behind - my interpretation - him rushing to DC in wild rage). What I am trying to say - emotions, feelings, temper, again: emotions shown by drivers.

I remember Nelson Piquet, Carlos Reutemann, Clay Regazzoni (RIP), Nigel Mansell, Ronnie Petersson (RIP), Jackie Stewart (drive with him through Eau Rouge), Nikki Lauda not to forget  and so many others. Life styles, women, the way of driving - men, people, none of them - in my opinion - perfect bread racers but more human, more character as in our days where you start with karting by the age of 5, having a lot of titles, biking, running and a lot of bla bla on press conferences saying nothing at the end. But I miss - I sometimes really miss -  the humanity.

Drivers not shaved and styled (thank you for that Mark Webber), drivers showing emotions, show that they are really p***"ed about the way it did not work out no matter what the cause was. Drivers speaking out their mind, frustration. Being human.

No drinking, no smoking, no partying - guys that are presented like going to bed on 9pm and get up on 6am - 365, 24/7 in case you talk IT. No one would be catched with a glass of Vodka, smoking a cigarette or a cigar after racing (yes I know, no drinks, no smokes, not good, not healthy) but do you hear me? Do you know what I mean?

When and where have the emotions been put to parc fermé and never let it out again?


PS: please forgive me my writing and grammar mistakes, I am not a journalist nor native English speaker - and furthermore, please note: MistressOfGaz does not even have a driver license.