So, here we are again boys and girls celebrating Daytona 500 day. You know that amazing day where all these grown men get into perfectly good, expensive cars, knowing full well, I might add, that they might get smashed to smithereens. Yep, they know it, they have spent the money and will do it anyway.
Talking to a friend last might, I suggested that it was amazing that throngs watch cars going around in circles the same direction for hours. That crazy woman screamed, “But sometimes they crash!”
And she was serious! These people are serious about their wrecks. No one wants to go and watch the mind numbing circle act, they want the suckers to crash. And the crash dummies oblige the blood thirsty crowds, and do crash, breaking up into smashed up metal pieces that go flying around.
Even better is this photographer who attends these races with his expensive gear and sets up cameras in the most likely places for crashes. Yes, he does. He really really does. One of those races, his camera got squashed like a bug with its guts strewn all over the ground.
But, he gets his crash pictures and they are a doozie. Here’s a link so that you can see some of the pictures of those fiascos. I imagine since you are not there, that you would like to see those. My instincts tell me that your goon self would appreciate, even drool over the amazing feats of these suicidal men who entertain with their very lives.
So, go entertain your blood lust, your blood urge! Your need to see molten metal flying in the air and the blazing engines that make the firemen with their hoses, come in, to extinguish the flaming wreck. The medics show up just in case there is something left over to scrape off the pavement from the driver.
When someone really gets hurt, you people have the audacity to look surprised even agonized. What the hell did you think? Nothing would happen? But, you watch just for that! I am confused.
An amazing pass time! Incredible taste and waste of resources. But there you have it. The hordes amusing themselves at the expense of another’s danger. Welcome to the arena without its Caesar, where the blood coveted by the legions is at its height.