This challenge put me back into my old philosophical self. I still haven't managed to survive a single lap, but I couldn't care less.
Why do we play? Why do I put in the hours, why do I get mad? Because when I play, I look for emotional content. I live for that moment that exalts me, and sometimes the only way I can acheive that feeling is to go flat out. Often into a fiery Death, becase I seldom feel alive. But when I push it to the limit, when I can feel Death snapping t my heels memories are created that I treasure.
And the moment when I turned in too soon and clipped a kerb at just the wrong angle putting my Jaguar on two Wheels and into the armco at about 200 miles barrelrolling into oblivion was a moment to remember. This is why I keep coming back, not only to test my skills. Lap times is just a measurement of how much in tune with the Universe I was at that given Point in time.
This week I'm not a full capacity, but I was alive. And my accomplishment was just as gratifying as that day when I'm in harmony and at peace.
That's the day I will defeat thee, Camel.
Mark my Words.