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05/01/2014 at 22:23 • Filed to: LNO Theater
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"getchapopcorn" (getchapopcorn)
05/01/2014 at 22:23 • Filed to: LNO Theater | 7
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Ayerton Senna once said, "I have no idols; I admire work, dedication, and competence." As I'm sure most of you have been continually reminded, today is the 20th anniversary of Senna's death and the 20th (and 1 or 2 days) of what was [almost] the deadliest weekend in F1's history. I am glad to see that Roland Ratzenberger has been getting a good amount of tribute on the site because I, as well as most folks who are under the age of 40, feel that his life was lost in the shared international pain of Senna's death. The simple fact of the matter is, folks our age really haven't had to deal with death in motorsport. If we were 50 or 60 years old, we may just accept death in a racecar as a mater of course.
In the past few years, granted, death has reared its ever-present and ugly head in international motorsport in a way that has shocked many of us. We have all been lulled into the wonderful disbelief that it is safe to climb into or onto a motor vehicle and pilot it around at nearly, if not above, 200 MPH. Death is and always will be a part of motorsport. Truly, as wonderful as it is to generally have it out of our mind, there is something very deep in the way-back portions of our minds that tells us any time we attend or watch a race live that there is a chance we may watch a human being die in front of our eyes.
The above sentiment is neither here nor there and I don't mean to make this a puff piece about safety or the morality of motorsport. Tonight's piece is solely a wonderful piece produced by our friends at SkyF1 entitled "the Last Teammate." It is, as the title suggests, a piece about the recollection the two pilots who lost teammates that weekend; the last two pilots to die in a F1 sanctioned event.
It is neither an easy nor hard piece to watch. It does not tug on your heartstrings as a piece like Senna (what I had thought about using tonight) might. There is no real personal connection established, as least through this piece alone, to those who died that weekend. It is solely that which it is.
So, getcha popcorn and turn your phones on vibrate. Turn down the lights and turn up the volume! Welcome to the LNO Theater. Enjoy: