“Racing is a great obsession to which one must sacrifice everything, without resistance, without hesitation.” As an expression of why motorsport is magical, this quote from Enzo Ferrari is why those that chase dominance in the battleground of champions. It’s desire. Dedication. The raw heat of competition. It’s about the human spirit, and it’s about their machines. And oh, how we love their machines— they are the prism through which we see the sport, the focal point of our serenity and balance as we thirst for racing fuel in the air. It’s the sense of purpose they convey, the purity of design, and, yes, intriguing and captivating are the liveries that reign in the perfection of color.
Or, at a base level, it’s all about the speed and noise. And why, of course, speed and noise wear the crown. Whether it’s a Porsche 956 at full force in fifth on the Mulsanne or Senna’s McLaren MP4/4 ferocious turbocharged Honda V6 screaming at over 12,000 RPM as it dominated F1. Audi’s R18 that ruled 13 times in 15 years, crackling and popping its way through a forest, or a roaring Ferrari naturally-aspirated V12, thriving in perfect tune with the throttle wide open, or the thundering V8 of Corvette Racing C7-R that brought home the victory leaping kerbs flat out at the 24hrs of Le Mans. We hold this sacred as the warriors that speak to us with supremacy.
They make us want to cheer at the sheer perfection of the moment, the artistry of the driver, and the motion of the car in a blur. This is what racing and racing cars do for us: they make us glad to be alive, to ache to be there, to have that experience. We all want to be Ayrton, don’t we blistering through the streets of Monaco.