In fact, I really started to pay attention to F1 intentionally, starting with the big fat man on ESPN in 2000 (you know whoever knows). There were Häkkinen, who I liked, and Schumacher, who I didn’t really like. At that time, there were traction control systems (TCS) and straight-grain tires.
But I really can’t stand the big fat uncle, because there are many, many times asleep in front of the TV. Even if the fat uncle and his partner Mr. Deng tried to gag. Of course, there were occasions when I was moved by chance, such as Häkkinen tears in the arena.
In fact, I wondered more than once later that the so-called Formula One was originally a boring formula for burning money? Then why did that person and his time be respected and worshipped repeatedly by old car fans, including the fat uncle?
Because I was a fan of fake cars who didn't work hard, I didn't deliberately search for any information from that era. It’s just hearsay that the racing car was quite primitive, without any electronic assistance system, nor seamless transmission. It is a car that can only be driven by a "primitive".
Maybe because he is a "primitive" and a religious "primitive", he appears so flesh and blood. Whether it is in the film or the message conveyed to me in reality.
The ecstasy and madness after he won the championship for the first time in his hometown really shocked me. I've never seen any athlete after winning a championship like this... so... I won't describe it.
I have a feeling that he has always been a child. Child-like concentration, child-like simplicity, and child-like love of life. In the film, I have been observing the changes in his eyes spanning 27 years.
From 1984 to 1994.
From excitement to disappointment.
From innocence to depression.
And the car has changed from primitive to brutal. Although Weiwei introduced the earliest electronic hydraulic suspension, it also became a forbidden technology like the later deformed tail, mass shock absorber and double-layer diffuser. The advantages of the drivers of his generation have been preserved, but their lives have not been more protected.
Someone once said that "Rally cars are boys' toys, and Group B cars are men's toys". If he is the time dividing line, I would say "everyone after him is playing with toys". The Formula One of the era he belonged to was the last auto race in which the disappeared man obeyed the machinery after the Group B car.
Since his departure, racing has ceased to be a sport that puts his head on his waist and kills his life. A person who loves life, but devotes his life to a movement that kills life at any time, can only be explained by passion.
His name deserves tribute-Senna.
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