My wife put an interesting question to me this evening while I was reminiscing about F1 cars of the late 80s/early 90s. The question was this: âWould you want to take anything from the cars of the current era and apply it to the cars of the late 80s/early 90s?â Other than safety features, I couldnât think of one single thing that Iâd want to apply to them.
Some of the thing she put to me were: DRS, KERS. tyres, aero, anti stall, ride height, reliability to name a few⦠and all came up as a big fat NO for me.
It set me thinking about how F1 used to feel to me, and this also made me realize that I really donât feel the same about the sport as I once did.
Watching a car being rolled to its grid spot once felt very different to me. It wasnât just a car that was being pushed out there. It was a living, breathing, temperamental animal that had to be fought, wrangled and tamed in to submission by the pilot. Something that could bite back and very frequently did.
Not so long ago, F1 cars balanced on a very fine edge between performance and disaster. They would either not be able to take the punishment of a full Grand Prix and erupt in a display of exhaustion or simply buck their drivers off the track in defiance. F1 cars of the modern era are engineered for supreme reliability, limited in overall performance, controlled from red facing their drivers with anti-stall and all but homogenized clones of one another.
Although Iâm extremely grateful for the safety developments in the sport⦠I miss the character of both car and driver. This may be the romantic in me, but I think that F1 has not only lost the character in its pilots, but also in the vehicles themselves.
Give me Full Fat F1!
Some of the thing she put to me were: DRS, KERS. tyres, aero, anti stall, ride height, reliability to name a few⦠and all came up as a big fat NO for me.
It set me thinking about how F1 used to feel to me, and this also made me realize that I really donât feel the same about the sport as I once did.
Watching a car being rolled to its grid spot once felt very different to me. It wasnât just a car that was being pushed out there. It was a living, breathing, temperamental animal that had to be fought, wrangled and tamed in to submission by the pilot. Something that could bite back and very frequently did.
Not so long ago, F1 cars balanced on a very fine edge between performance and disaster. They would either not be able to take the punishment of a full Grand Prix and erupt in a display of exhaustion or simply buck their drivers off the track in defiance. F1 cars of the modern era are engineered for supreme reliability, limited in overall performance, controlled from red facing their drivers with anti-stall and all but homogenized clones of one another.
Although Iâm extremely grateful for the safety developments in the sport⦠I miss the character of both car and driver. This may be the romantic in me, but I think that F1 has not only lost the character in its pilots, but also in the vehicles themselves.
Give me Full Fat F1!