A lot of people go through life doing things badly. Racing’s important to men who do it well. When you’re racing it’s...it’s life. Anything that happens before or after...it’s just waiting. There are two ways to look at this, one is the lens of intense auto-erotica where "the car" manages to transcend everything, where the world is blotted out by Rat Fink Images and short clips of old funny car accidents. The other view is to see that the world and racing are governed by the same set of rules; racing as is life is about winning. You may have run a superior race but he won. History is written by and for the victors, racing is no different. Only in very rare moments are we acquainted with the “also ran’s” and those moments are usually replete with the carnage that life is so efficient at producing, Le Mans '55, Senna, Cevert, Hailwood... Our tracks much as our lives are littered with the crosses of the casualties we have had to leave behind. But much like Le Mans '55 we too much carry on. There was a victor that day and he just barely avoided dying in the accident that claimed the man who should have or may have won. In a brutal kodachrome way life has a beauty in it's most ugly moments. The Art and Form of racing is all around us, we are impacted by it in the cars we drive, the furniture we buy and the styles we adopt. Somewhere in everything there is a little drop of racing. People can say to other people "hey do you know where you were when you heard that so and so died"... Some people can say that they were there. Racing is a microcosm of life into which we imbue our passions at their maximum levels; exponential levels of noise and silence, vast rivers of greed and gluttony, white hot lust and cold blooded determination, a fatalistic abandon for some of life's most validating and vindicating moments. You soar from the heights of electric pleasure to the deepest trenches of mortal combat where the lines blur, where you may find that to die racing is to have truly lived. Surrounded by the cacophony of sound and movements you may find yourself alone in silence wrapped in a stillness that only comes with speed and noise; the world shrunk to a point 2 seconds ahead, your mind already grasping the next curve, the world already 2 seconds behind. At 200mph you would be surprised how relaxed you can be. Racing is important to those who do it well but it can be important to so many other people as well. Realizing that it is more than what it appears is the first step in realizing that our whole world is more than it appears, that no matter have far we can see, no matter how much we know, no matter how much we have done; there is always more and while it may not be what you want it to be, it refuses to go away because it cannot be denied or refuted. Life is racing, racing is life. Everything else really is just waiting.