February 20, 2005
the need for speed
I'm not much of a NASCAR fan, even though I should be, because it's the greatest red-neck Southern sport in the world. Good ole boys drivin' fast and a few really nice wrecks along the way. That's Southern entertainment.
I watch the Daytona 500 every year. (Congratulations, Jeff Gordon--- great race!) I was in an Appleby's restaurant eating a hamburger with Quinton when Dale Earnheardt won his first, and I was with Quinton eating pizza when Dale got killed in that same race. I missed having my boy with me today.
But I have a simple question to ask: What is it about human beings that NO MATTER WHAT IT IS, if it will roll, jump, run, bounce, float, skuttle, fly, slither, sail, crawl or move in any other way, we race it. And we bet on who will win the race. Why? Don't tell me that I'm lying, because evidence is all around us.
I'll guarantee you that when the first cave man built the first wheel, his neighbor looked at that thing, was impressed by its utility, and immediately thought, "I can build a wheel that will out-run HIS." He did, and they had a race.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but we seem to have a need for speed.
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