Why I Love Formula 1

STIRLING MOSS: "TO ACHIEVE ANYTHING IN THIS GAME, YOU MUST BE PREPARED TO DABBLE IN THE BOUNDARY OF DISASTER.”

There comes a moment one very F1 viewers life, when you watch the car on the screen speed past into a blur, disappear into the horizon. And it dawns on you: I love this sport. The hum of the engine sounds in the far corner, yet it feels as if it is roaring in your very ears. 

F1 is strategy, it is team work and it is pure, raw driving skills underlying with passion. The crashes, the overtakes, the pace, there’s heat in every moment. One blink for the driver is 20 meters, yet for me watching, the car also teleports that distance before my very eyes. 

There’s a certain feel to it. You can’t explain it to others. They ask, ‘Isn’t it just cars driving around in circles.’ But in your heart, you know it is so much more. The controversies, the fights on and off track, there are ugly moments, but before these shadows is the glory of the cars, unbridled and full of power, whose strength you cheer on in the corner of your bedroom, in front of your tv, or in a bar with your friends. And the pure adrenaline of those moments washday the waves of fear, worries and anxiety in my daily life. Even when the cars are simple on pace, isolated from each other, there is a beauty in the peace. 

To others, the cars might simply be driving around, but to me, its the increments in every lap, the small improvements built atop one another, the later and later braking as each driver tries to seek out the limit of the beast beneath them that keeps me in a state of entrancement, utterly bewitched. 

And it is this seek for improvement that keeps me likewise entranced in life, to both appreciate life and seek out imperfection within it to improve. We as humans must seek a better version of ourselves continuously, reach for our dreams fearlessly, live dauntlessly.

We are drivers in our own right, speeding through the corners of life. It might not be Formula 1, but it sure feels like it.