This is the Statt Mann, Baby. It’s time to Scatt a Little Bit…
If there’s a common denominator in these twelve plus years it’s disappointment; disappointment that racing has been reduced to a vehicle to sell stuff.
I’ve talked about it before. In my mind it all worked better when selling stuff was a byproduct and not the end goal of racing. And I don’t want this to devolve into one of those: “In my day…” discussions.
Racing once and still can improve the breed. When you see Greenland melting away you must think racing has reached a point where IT must deliver or go away.
There was a time when racing improved the daily drivers we use to transport ourselves. We could measure racing’s success by the way everyone benefitted from the activity.
Now pretty faces, pretty legs and pretty bad driving are the measuring sticks for the sport. Bad ideas delivered 140 characters at a time are more important than the last 140 feet before the checkered flag.
This won’t change. But what I continue to fear is that once racing doesn’t sell enough pretty things, it’ll be gone… along with Greenland.