Why would many consider Ayrton Senna the greatest F-1 Race car driver ever… The facts seem obscure the fact that there are several drivers who have compiled a better record
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I know most everyone has heard of Formula 1 and the Mighty Indy,
Senna Andrette Schumacher, all looking like astronauts in their Rocket machines… But look now Knowing most may never know of country moonshine drivers from that old dirt road short cut thru the steepest cut east of the Mississippi callied the Saluda Grade of the Blue Ridge which the shine runners called Thunder Road. The mountain valley would carry the Thunder for miles, and the law dogs justice tho blind certainly ears heard a sound their sirens could never match.
Now the Formula 1 drivers are cut from a different cloth and for their profession born to race… Senna was certainly that. Hillbilly rockets, and raced as on the Flats of Daytona Beach and Red Clay tracks. At the wide flat Daytona Beach, David, Richard Cotton and Tiny Pull their engines under the oak tree shade built their Country rocket dreams by modifying off the shelf stock parts. Formula 1 are more akin to a swiss watch. Precision in every part, tested.
There are many things that make a great driver… Tenacity and heart. Compassion for the lethal nature of their sport. The most deadly by any measure… So courage goes without saying. Senna was that rare individual that embodies these rare traits. Tiny Lund also, to be such a huge frame of a man too had heart. A large one that loved life.
Tiny was a friend of mine, lifted the car and pulled a driver from a fiery fate. Captured three WinstonChampionships won the Daytona 500 so many times that had to name a Grandstand section as his. Larger than life and full of himself. Senna also tho a beast of a competitor saw as he passed a driver who had just crashed into the wall, saw the driver was out, but the car running and flames leaping, knew there are things more important than winning, he pulled off the track, jumped out of his cockpit, dodging traffic going 200mph. Made it to the wreck, thru the flames killed the engine and saved that drivers life. A class move of a truly great driver.
Now Tiny was always testing himself rather reminds one of maybe Richard Branson. Loved to fish and pulled the largest Rock Bass ever caught from depts of the inland Carolina ocean called Santee/Copper David Pearson ever in the pack, next o Richard neck and neck,… Because they both got their Hemi overhead cams from brother Cotten who built the fastest stock engines ever made, and locked them down to 900 horses, now that could pull one damn big plow. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the last great American Hero Junior Johnson was the real McCoy. Made what was roomer to be the finest brew, eventually producing a legal legal license product he called Midnight Moon. It was in high demand as it was grantees a glow the belly.
Can’t forget cousin Bud Moore (by married of course), and his hitch of mighty Fords. Of course you from different parts have already heard we’re all related… And it’s true, or used to be, NASCAR one big family. When ‘64 came around I was still a kid that loved the smell of gasoline and the dust of red clay. That 600 in Charlotte Town was lit by a fiery crash of ole friend Glen FireBall Robert’s… Who shortly thereafter passed his finale flag. Must have been the 600 of ‘64.
My ole Granddad knew them all, and all the secret places… Bloody Bucket, and Little Chicago, where the secret recipe still made. Put the carpet in Bobby Allison’s house, help Jack Purser house David’s car, housed a stable for drivers starting out Dick Brooks for one, Fireball, and others… Even built a monster boat for Tiny with Two 100hp Mercury engines on slender pieces of fibreglass he called an AristaCraft. But the finest wrk was to remove the five point safety belts from Sherman Tanks and then with helmets from a F-100 Super Sabers convinced David and Cotton Richard and the rest to install them into their chariots of fire. One thing that most might remember was the First race at the mighty Michigan 500 Owned by racing legend Roger Penske… My Grand gave David Pearson MY CHEROKEE TO fly up and land on that huge Asphalt monster. It captured a lot of headlines because David just took off and got Headlines for Penske Track in every paper in the nation. Didn’t mind my dad taking it around the block ever once in a while. But make no doubt, it was my baby. Washed oil and gas… Learned to fly before I could drive a tractor. Lord Knows.
Thing is later learned that the 1962 250 GT was carted from California cross country to my brother in-law’s shop (Team MotorSports in Roebuck, SC) belonged to none other than Roger Penske. At the time, I had no idea, except it was to most beautiful machine I had ever seen, (Except for my Cessna Cherokee that David decided to keep as a national treasure…My plane) to touch it, scrap paint to its unique aluminium frame first of its kind. To hold the wiring in it’s crazy positive ground, which is very effective method of keeping crud off the wiring. to feel the engine purr like a kitten and then roar with massive acceleration, king of the mountain of metal pretenders no doubt. Not just my opinion but in the minds of most… The finest car ever built. One later, set a record of 51 million at auction that still stands. So ok fair enough.
Legendary Machine
THE DEFINITION OF A LEGEND
A shimmering seaside sunset. A Perseid meteor streaking across the August night. A flash of lightning against a darkly brooding thunderhead. These are the fleeting moments of beauty and grandeur that, if left unrecognized, forever pass into the night of memory and regret. These are the chance opportunities that demand the attention of our eyes, those masters of vision and perception that have been dubbed the windows to the soul. And we must leave those eyes focused and steadfast. For just a momentary blink might cause us to miss something truly incredible: In this case, the offering of a speed machine so celebrated that it qualifies as the very definition of a legend.
By late 1961, Ferrari began to develop a competition replacement for the successful 250 GT SWB. While the Short Wheelbase Berlinetta had been a dominant force in its day, the beautiful sports-racer was increasingly approaching its limits, most evident in the upright front end that inherently prevented the model from exceeding 155 mph.
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This all happened after his friend fireball perished… After this deed was done, belts installed in all the stock cars , ‘65 came and went without a single fatality. So impress was the Department of Transportation had the insurance companies lower rates for all so equipped and had Congress pass a bill to make sure they were safety features for all. My grandfather’s closest friends Cotton, David, and Tiny NASCAR remembered in their Hall but just a footnote as NASCAR moved into the International realm. Woke oblivion lost to all in a distant fog found in memory heroic.
But remembered with advantage now they’re all gone…. Its the memory of what NASCAR before it went woke. There are somethings a kid never forgets the finest time, at age 9 walking on Tiny’s back, as big as an aircraft carrier. A beautiful woman Wearing That Union 76 Firestone patch in the winners circle covered in red dust from the old Bristol Track. Not the track you see now rather my mother’s brother Willis loved to make my introduction to Hello Bristol! Bristol loved me as half the track stuck on us all the way home.
During next season qualifying at that newest and fastest of the SuperSpeedways… Tiny did not make the third turn at Talladega the ending of his season… Some blamed it on the Chrysler loose suspension. Chrysler took it to heart and withdrew from the Superspeedway for a decade or so. Idk kids handle things different. Hard on heroic, Thus it is said in how all true stories end.
The main reason Senna is considered the finest is he was the last man to win Formula 1 Championship series with a manual gearbox. Indeed he secured top poll in 65 events, with 41 Grand Prix wins over his 11 year career.
“During the 1994 San Marino Grand Prix at Imola, Senna was killed in a crash whilst leading the race, driving the Williams FW16. His state funeralwas attended by over a million people. Following subsequent safety reforms, he was the last fatality in the Formula One World Championship until Jules Bianchi in 2014. Senna achieved 41 wins, 65 pole positions, 19 fastest laps and 80 podiums in Formula One; he remains a legendaryfigure within motorsport for his raw speed and uncompromising driving style.; Not unlike Tiny Lund ferocious hard charger splashed across the track.”
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The Beauties of Magick Charm
Nice listening to Paris and Rob talking about their dogs n the wreck of Edmonds FritzGerald… Rob said guaranteed to quite a house and not for all the best reasons.
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