F1. Is it a rich man’s sport?
Well, for our impatient readers who have much better things to do than read some stupid article about F1, made by a retard, we’ll answer it right here.
YES.
You can go now.
Sadly my marks depends on it so i shall have to force myself to write more content.
Although yes, throughout racing and F1 history there has and will definitely be success stories about personalities from a humbled background making it large in track racing. There has also been stories of how a common fruit seller defied all odds and cracked UPSC or some hard exam.
Yet the problem with both stories are that if such things happen, its in the case of an extreme rarity.
F1 is a costly sport. Hell, racing even in any category is expensive. The go cart at Savin kingdom that i tried once, swallowed all the money given by my granny. To those who haven't ridden there, ITS A DAMN SCAM. ALL YOU DO IS RUN AROUND A SMALL CIRCLE TURNING JUST LEFT AND YOU DON’T EVEN GET TO RACE YOUR MATES. A 10 YEAR OLD CHILD COULD DO IT; although to be fair its marketed at cashing in to 10 year old children, annoying their mommies to an extent for them to justify spending 500 bucks for literally 3 mins of pleasure.
Speaking of children, those plan on a career in F1 start their racing pedigree at the ripe age of just 5 years old. Obviously that means you need parents who won’t just look at your pathetic fascination of cars as a childish endeavor, but will be willing to spend their time, effort and obviously, funding your stint at the local go-carting racetrack. It is fairly a common practice to have a dotting father with his racing roots, pushing his son in his vain fascination to live out his dreams, through his son.
So what after you find a father, who’s somehow willing to put your snot filled nose into potentially hazardous sport of cart racing? Well to talk about prices, in India, for example the Rotax National Championship could cost drivers Rs 6-20 lakhs to compete for a full season. You need to buy a seat from a team, oh also maybe suppose you need to win too? Make sure you do. For someone aspiring to become an F1 driver, it is mandatory to put in five to seven years in competitive karting. And also have a relatively successful career by emmm, winning.
So after your successful stint at carting and bagging sponsors from your father’s friends and your relatives, accumulating about say 50 lakhs? You can buy yourself into open wheel racing championships which sadly you cannot in India. So time to crash into your distant relative’s place, at preferably, England and apply for open wheel championships like F4 where you'll graduate to F3 and then F.... you get the gist. Your goal is to get 40 points in something called a super-license which will make you eligible for qualifying as a F1 driver. How you say? By winning dummy.
Same step as before. Win races. Pour money. Get sponsors. The more higher rung you climb, the harder the competition becomes. The more costlier it gets. The more sponsors you need to bag. But that will be all right as you have your daddy with his rich oil or tyre or something company, with his racing connections.
By now you as a reader may feel pretty fed up of the money-win-sponsor cycle. But sadly that's all one does in his road to F1. Or maybe he will finally give up, tell his dad he didn’t want to do this in the first place, and he did it to make daddy happy. Then he can finally rest in his nice little bedroom, hope for a career at daddy’s agency and the whole escapade can be a lovely story that he can’t stop proclaiming about to his father’s employees every year at the “Annual Trustee’s Meet” or something.
So where does that leave lesser mortals such as you and me? Well I quickly stopped dreaming about owning a racing car by class 10. A car by class 12. Now I barely remember having fun.
Or surviving.
But hey don't let this get you down. Maybe if you work hard in your business major or something, get enough money, and have a supporting wife, maybe you can enroll yourself with at the local racing circuit. Yes, for a fair amount of money you can perhaps rent one of the “racing” cars from their stable and enjoy a momentarily day off with speed, to what your mother-in-law would describe as you having a “mid-life crisis.”
Oh and me? With the current subject of mine, i consider myself lucky everyday to eat food and live under a roof. Which is obviously, bought and paid for, by daddy. Woah. Today is father's day.
This is just you being salty that u don't have a sugar daddy.
ReplyDelete"future dinner" says the pathetic vegan. You're already surviving on grass just eat that in the future
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