Seeing F1 on TV gives you no indication of the noise, heat, and wind that come from the cars. When I went to Montreal for the GP I stood on a footbridge that went over the track and it was ominous when they went screaming under your feet.
Please Heatware Me!
Ours is not to reason why. Ours is to do or die.
I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings..
Gillespie Magee, RCAF