I saw this video of Danica getting put into the wall this week:
The first version I saw of this I saw without commentary, and I was confused by what happens at about 2:30 from the car’s cockpit view.
Danica takes her hands off the wheel.
“What the fuck?” I thought. "You fight that car every last second. You steer that thing, and try to save that till you hit the wall, and then you keep trying.
I was reminded of some tapes I hear of airplane pilots right before they crash. They keep trying things, and they are still talking to each other and trying to save the plane until their voices get cut off by the crash.
They don’t talk their hands off the yokes and give up.
What kind of race car driver… what kind of human being throws their hands up in the air and gives up like that?
I was full of contempt.
When the front wheels hit the wall, it wrenches the steering wheel and can break both your wrists or rip your hands clean off.
Oh,
So, the reality of the situation is that spinning out of control at 193 mph, furiously trying to gain control of her car, being thrown around by g forces strong enough to send her blood sloshing through her body hard enough to rupture her veins and capillaries, while reducing her vision to two tiny tunnels… all this going on… A part of Danica Patrick’s brain is consummate enough to think…
“A split second before I slam into this wall at 193mph I need to take my hands off the wheel so that I will still have the use of them to guide what is left of the car if there is enough of it left to steer, and the impact does not turn me into strawberry jam like it did Dale Erhnhardt.”
And she does.
She holds them up like a surgeon. Calmly. Professionally. Spinning out of control, going into the wall at 193 mph.
A split second after impact she puts them back on the wheel and guides the car to a halt.
I’ve heard a lot of sexist comments about Danica and I’ve heard a lot of shit that she wouldn’t be where she was if she wasn’t willing to wear a bikini, that she gets far more attention than her talent deserves.
I don’t know about that shit.
But… that kind of mastery, that kind of skill, brings tears to my eyes.
Nice driving Danica. Good luck tomorrow.