Humans like speed. Until the coming of the train in the 1830s, fastest you could go (other than falling from a height – not recommended) was a galloping horse.
There’s a whole set of enjoyable French pontificating about the meaning of speed (I’m thinking Paul Virilio and ‘dromology’ [or, ‘time-space compression’, which sounds like something Matt Smith’s Doctor would shout about while looking soulful/mournful.])
Which is all a very long way of saying, on this day in 1950, Formula One got under way, at Silverstone. And the worship of the infernal combustion engine,the noise, the power, the petrol – continues unabated. Oh well.
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