Picking Up the Pieces at the ’60 French GP.

To me, this fact highlights the–at times–short memory of the Formula 1 racing. In a forward-looking sport, there seems too often to be too little room for reflection. Perhaps, this is best. In life as in sport, perhaps there comes a time when each of us must inevitably step up, pick up the pieces, and drive on.

’60: Tragedy at Spa.

Two drivers were seriously injured in practice. By the end of the grand prix, two more lay dead. Even as injuries mounted, the race went on. It always does. The quest to be ultimately quickest, and the spectacle that accompanied it, are inevitably placed over the loss of human life? The question is why.