>> ^eric3579:

http://videosift.com/video/Race-car-wheel-amazing


*wheels *dupeof=http://videosift.com/video/Race-car-wheel-amazing

http://videosift.com/video/Race-car-wheel-amazing

>> ^Yogi:

You have to have unbelievable reaction times to race F1 cars


and you have to be very fit with the amount of intense g-force shifts your body has to withstand. Such respect for F1 drivers.

http://videosift.com/video/fry-and-laurie-F1-driver-well-we-had-a-lot-of-problems-wi

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Sometimes, but not always.
>> ^jubuttib:

One common thing I've noticed when reading interviews is that they tend to drive really boring cars. When you're used to driving at those speeds every road legal car will feel boring no matter what, so you might as well be practical.[...]

>> ^Yogi:

You have to have unbelievable reaction times to race F1 cars. I'd imagine regular slow life must be pretty boring to these super humans.

One common thing I've noticed when reading interviews is that they tend to drive really boring cars. When you're used to driving at those speeds every road legal car will feel boring no matter what, so you might as well be practical.


But yeah, those things are simply astoundingly fast. Even in simulators you first think you're going fast driving a stock car, then you try a GT car and the stock ones feel like they're standing still, and then you jump in an F1 and GT cars feel just as slow. And in reality the differences are even bigger. The fastest lap in the 2010 GT1 race at Spa was 2:17.605 (qualifying time). Same year Mark Webber managed 1:45.778 in his Red Bull. Same layout. Over half a minute over 4.352 miles, the F1 car would lap the GT car every four and a half laps or so.

Son: Mom where's Dad?
Mom: He's in the garage working on your new bed, honey.
Son: Ahhh, Mommm! I just want him to play catch with me!
Mom: I know honey, just act like you like the bed. Please honey, for me.
Son: Okayyy. Mom?
Mom: Yes, dear?
Son: Is this because I asked for a baby brother?
Mom: No, dear. You father just really, really liked Star Wars when he was ---------------your age and wants to share that with you.
Son: I'd rather have a race car bed.
Mom: I know, dear. Your Father loves you very much. Now go out and see if ---------------he'll let you help yet.
Son: He never lets me help, Mom!
Mom: I know, just act like you like it.

And, scene.
I'm just joking--this little guy is a very lucky boy.

He's a pretty fanatical racer - been racing cars for over 20 years!

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Do the race car! No, go to world world! No, go to this other thing! No, go to SHUT UP! YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE FUTURE BABY ADD!

Well, I imagine that water provides a lot more friction than tarmac assuming you aren't water planing over the top of it. They probably pull more G's than most race cars...

I sleep in a big racing car with my wife.
i win

I used to be With IT. But then they changed what IT was. Now what I'm with isn't IT, and what's IT seems scary and wierd. It'll happen to YOU.>> ^rottenseed:

>> ^budzos:
This is my life, so often. It has honestly contributed to my social anxiety, which is pretty much peaked right now. Increasingly for years I could not go to a party or accept a dinner invitation without being shuffled into the home office to fix some vague problem like "my computer is slow"... especially in the dark malware-ridden days of XP's mid-life in 2003-2005.
Over the past five years I've gone from freely helping anyone who asks, even offering in many cases, to downplaying my computer skills, telling them "I don't know" or "I can't help you" even if it's a lie, and most satisfyingly of all: simply saying "No, I'm too busy" or "Sure, $100 per hour" or "If I were a race car driver would you want me to fix your car? For free!?" .. depending on the relationship. Immediate family and like-family friends are of course excepted.
The level of computer "skills" in the average home or workplace is really pathetic. I have clients who can't absorb the concept of cut-and-paste. I always get messages from them saying "the client says the link is broken" because I've sent them a complex URL which they re-typed manually into a word document instead of just forwarding or at least using cut and paste.


It's ok...one day soon these people will be dead, and we'll be the ones calling our younger co-workers over to help us use our virtual reality gloves on our augmented reality projectors.
"No you have to grab the file with your left hand and shake your right index finger to paste your selections," they'll say with a disgusted look on their face.
...and their music? Their music will just be a solid wall of noise and pitches with strange mumbling. We'll have to tell them about real music that talked about things like slappin' hoes and fuckin' bitches.

>> ^budzos:
This is my life, so often. It has honestly contributed to my social anxiety, which is pretty much peaked right now. Increasingly for years I could not go to a party or accept a dinner invitation without being shuffled into the home office to fix some vague problem like "my computer is slow"... especially in the dark malware-ridden days of XP's mid-life in 2003-2005.
Over the past five years I've gone from freely helping anyone who asks, even offering in many cases, to downplaying my computer skills, telling them "I don't know" or "I can't help you" even if it's a lie, and most satisfyingly of all: simply saying "No, I'm too busy" or "Sure, $100 per hour" or "If I were a race car driver would you want me to fix your car? For free!?" .. depending on the relationship. Immediate family and like-family friends are of course excepted.
The level of computer "skills" in the average home or workplace is really pathetic. I have clients who can't absorb the concept of cut-and-paste. I always get messages from them saying "the client says the link is broken" because I've sent them a complex URL which they re-typed manually into a word document instead of just forwarding or at least using cut and paste.



It's ok...one day soon these people will be dead, and we'll be the ones calling our younger co-workers over to help us use our virtual reality gloves on our augmented reality projectors.

"No you have to grab the file with your left hand and shake your right index finger to paste your selections," they'll say with a disgusted look on their face.

...and their music? Their music will just be a solid wall of noise and pitches with strange mumbling. We'll have to tell them about real music that talked about things like slappin' hoes and fuckin' bitches.

This is my life, so often. It has honestly contributed to my social anxiety, which is pretty much peaked right now. Increasingly for years I could not go to a party or accept a dinner invitation without being shuffled into the home office to fix some vague problem like "my computer is slow"... especially in the dark malware-ridden days of XP's mid-life in 2003-2005.

Over the past five years I've gone from freely helping anyone who asks, even offering in many cases, to downplaying my computer skills, telling them "I don't know" or "I can't help you" even if it's a lie, and most satisfyingly of all: simply saying "No, I'm too busy" or "Sure, $100 per hour" or "If I were a race car driver would you want me to fix your car? For free!?" .. depending on the relationship. Immediate family and like-family friends are of course excepted.

The level of computer "skills" in the average home or workplace is really pathetic. I have clients who can't absorb the concept of cut-and-paste. I always get messages from them saying "the client says the link is broken" because I've sent them a complex URL which they re-typed manually into a word document instead of just forwarding or at least using cut and paste.