at just how small and insignificant "our" numbers are.
It hit kinda hard today at one of my accounts, talking with one of the general service (apprentice type) mechanics. The guy is telling me how much he loves his fantasy football league. Tells me he basically won the FF Superbowl (I'm guessing of his league?) last year, and that his wife won't let him hang up the banner(!)
He actually told me that he "Lives for it". I kind of died a little bit inside as I heard this news...
We racers make jokes all the time about Secret Car Club of America, bitch about how to shift gears, engines straight outta wrecks and engines that have been rebuilt, etc...
At the end of the day I think you'd have to go out to the three hundreth and eleventy eigth decimal point to show just how small our numbers are:
Serioiusly small, like more folks have gone on a spacewalk than have driven a FB car small.
Do you realise that more people send pics of their junk via Twitter on an hourly basis, than have competed at the last 23 June Sprints combined?
How can it be that there are more people on death row then have ever taken apart a Hewland Mk9 and got it back together correctly on the first shot?
Speaking of shots, more folks have shot themselves "by accident" in the last 6 minutes than have competed at the R/O's last year.
Would you ever have thought there have been more folks who cashed in their chips attempting to climb (or descend) Mts. Everest, K2, and Hood than have, oh hell - you get the point!
We are a small, dedicated, damned near insane bunch of humans, and personally I would not have it anyother way. Fantasy Football - ugh!