On performing for heroes, wanting to be their peer.

Let’s say you’re a racing amateur. We’re talking real racing here… F1, not that circlejerkbullshit from Southeast America known as NASCAR. I mean racing where you sometimes have to actually make a righthand turn, the legit stuff, 200+ mph in the rain along winding city streets, top flight machinery, the highest paid performers in the world, that crazy stuff with megadollar sponsorships and the pride of nations at stake.

Let’s say you’re a HARD CORE aficionado who has designs on someday performing at that level (designs which have not gone completely unvalidated on the regional circuit) and you get an opportunity to learn how to compete in an actual F1 machine. As in, you’re going to sit in the machine yourself and you’re going to drive. Hard. Fast. Through those same streets. Maybe it’s even raining.

Let’s say the person teaching you how to drive this car is the one and only Michael Schumacher.

Let’s say you also have 13 other wannabe pros watching over your shoulder from the back seat (go with me here, I realize they can’t actually fit in the same car, shut up).

This is, basically, what I did today. Except the car was a Neve 88R, the street was Studios La Fabrique, and Michael Schumacher was Michael Brauer.

I fell on my face… didn’t quite crash the car into the wall, but still… I couldn’t care less… having the absolute best time of my life.

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  1. holtermark reblogged this from apoplecticskeptic and added:
    Family Pride!!!
  2. writer-b said: You talkin’ to me? :) Better to run off a couple times then never get into the race, right? Sounds like you had an awesome day!!
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