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GP Week : Issue 95
them might be caught up in it, should an injury victim lose control through physical weakness. Going back a long way, I recall Barry Sheene passing a medical test after a badly broken leg by taking his father Franko with him to the examination. When the time came to stand up, Franco surreptitiously reached behind Barry, grabbed his belt and hauled him to his feet. He wasn't able to stand up by himself. Once again, full marks for courage. Humanity at its finest. But don't racing mandarins have a duty of care for the riders? Instead of letting the riders decide ("Yes, doctor. Of course I am fit enough!"), they should rather be protecting them from the dark side of their confidence and ambition. Break a leg, and you shouldn't be allowed to ride again unless you can jump off a table five times; break an arm or a wrist and it should be 20 clap press-ups. Both of those things are easier than picking yourself up from another 200 kmh crash. GPWEEK OPINION >> eak? Try nine! able please, Valentino routine about an F1 race every fortnight; in Football (ie the round-ball game) it's a weekly cycle. A three-week gap in the middle of the English Premier League would seem odd -- and those athletes play a tough game, two or more times a week! From the outside, the concept of the beautiful people of F1 needing to recharge their Rolexes, tidy up the tan, check out whether the yacht's still where they left it, doesn't engender total sympathy. Dammit -- I'm writing this because our esteemed Editor has, along with the entire F1 motorsport media it seems, disappeared to places afar without penning his usual opinion piece! Dammit -- I'm pissed. Of course, operating from the 'other' side of the world, here in Australia, where we're just emerging from a modestly damp and cool winter (yes, it does occasionally rain in Oz, you poor generally fogged- in, snow-bound Poms) may have something to do with my chagrin ... but actually, there's more. While I'm poking fun at the over- worked glitterati of F1, I do so in the midst of the biggest mid-season break ever in Australia's national motorsport obsession -- the V8 Supercar series. The emotionally-drained, tired out troops who front up for a mere 15 events per year for the high-speed Aussie 'taxis' are currently enjoying a nine -- yes, nine -- week break in the middle of their season. Stroke of genius, that. Just when the championship was getting interesting, knock off for a couple of months. Momentum? Who needs it! That's what is so good about NASCAR. It may not be every purist's cup of tea, but between February and November, you're struggling to find a weekend when there isn't a race on. So, Sebastian, Fernando, Lewis and Co, maybe I was a bit harsh. I'm sure you're keeping your fitness up. I'm sure 'Our' Mark is, and the points leader will be waiting for you when you get back! ... 21