This was a full hour before the start of the race!: Clairvoyant AF.

AF, I tell you.

They should drive more carefully. They're setting a poor example for the children.

Meanwhile, in Central Asia, they're calling it "Q-Pop," based on the older spelling of its country of origin. Here's an example from a few years ago/a>.

"Linkeretta" obliquely refers to something I point out whenever some snowflake gets going about banning "all" guns...

On Beretta firearms, you will find an inscription:

P. Beretta & Sons, est. 1526

After 491 years, the firm is basic proof that the gun is here to stay. They work in outer space, even.

One of those weepy feminist memoirs.

> a poor example for the children.

They are children.

The cheese of that Ferrari-bread sandwich is named Max. In 2016, he was finally given his license to drive. On the street, I mean... 'Take your little sister to soccer practice,'* etc.

Max had already competed, aggressively, at the Formula One Grand Prix of Monaco. On Saturday he was within something like five one-hundredths of a second of being the youngest man to take pole position in a Grand Prix.

After the accident this morning —in the rain, at night, at full acceleration, in a famously torque-y and sophisticated racecar, and following his clumsy exclusion by two of the most gifted champions in the sport— he walked back to the pits to talk to his employer. He was not angry. He carried himself like a small-town high school football captain who'd been unsurprisingly overwhelmed by the state champs.

For both athletic finesse and emotional comportment, the neurology of these guys is like no one else on the planet.

* Racing family.  Dad drove
Formula One.  Mom used to beat 
F1 Monaco winners in lesser 
formulae at Monaco.  His 
little sister is probably 
the equal of anyone in 
Nascar, and much prettier.

One of the Big Kids on the Singapore grid (23yo).

Another totally girly one.

Crid, I'm reminded of the story about Jack Brabham's testing crash at Nurburgring in, IIRC, 1967. He flipped and landed upside down somewhere on the course; a fuel tank split open and he was trapped in the car with fuel everywhere. As Brabham told the story, he figured it would be a good idea to shut off the electric fuel pump and some other electrical switches that were on the right side of the cockpit. He tried and realized his right wrist was broken. So he fished his left arm through the steering wheel and shut them off with his left hand. But after he did that, he couldn't get his arm back out.

The 'Ring being what it is, it was about ten minutes before his pit realized that he was overdue. Ron Dennis jumped in a car and took off around the circuit, and found Brabham's car upside down in a pool of fuel. He drove around to nearby houses, appropriating fire extinguishers, and brought them back and set them up in a picket around the car. Then he waited until a tow truck that could turn the car back over showed up, half an hour later. They got Brabham out and he was unhurt other than the broken wrist, and skin irritation from being soaked in fuel.

Things were different then.

I hate video of any race before about 199x. They always look willfully stupid.

Indianapolis still does.

I go to Phil Hill's barber.