I have never been one to enjoy driving fast cars. Speed for me is strictly utilitarian. I want to get from point “A” to point “B” as quickly as I can. But speed, in and of itself, is no interest, and fast performance cars give me no thrill.
My idea of fun driving would be tooling about in a T-34 Medium Tank loaded with a CD player and plenty of armour piercing shells.
I guess one of the supreme expressions of land speed, if we exclude those ridiculous rocket cars, is held in Formula One racing cars. I suppose it’s one thing to get behind the wheel of one of those things and take it for a spin…
But why folks are fascintated by watching cars racing around an oval circuit is a mystery to me. But then again I’m not one to watch horses running around an oval, or human beings either for that matter. To me it’s all a mere variation of a gerbil running in an exercise wheel.
Formula One is clearly a big deal… Formula One engines must be naturally aspirated, four-stroke internal combustion petrol engines with reciprocating circular pistons and a maximum of two intake and two exhaust valves per cylinder. They must be V8 engines and have 2.4 liters of displacement.
Very technical stuff that is truly lost on me.
And here is more technical stuff on a formula of a different kind…
Water, nofat milk, lactose, high oleic safflower oil, soy oil, coconut oil, whey protein concentrate, less than 0.5% of: c.cohnii oil, m. alpina oil, potassium citrate, calcium carbonate, asorbic acid, mono and diglycerides, soy lecithin, carrageenan, potassium chloride, ferrous sulfate, taurine, m-insoitol, d-alpha tocopheryl acetate, l-carnitine, zinc sulfate, vitamin a palmitate, thiamine chloride hydro-chloride, pyridoxine hydrochloride, chopped liver concentrate, beta-carotene, folic acid, maganese sulfate, phylloquinone, biotin, sodium selenate, vitamin d3, cyanoco-balamin, calcium phosphate, potassium phosphate and nucleotides (adenosine 5 monophosphate, lytidine 5, monophosphate, disodium guanosine 5 monophosphate, disodium uridine 5 monophosphate).
So go ahead… ask yourself. “Is this supposed to replace mothers’ milk?” I don’t know about your Mother; but I don’t think my Mother came equiped with monophosphates… of any type. And her only connection to coconut oil was in applying a layer of suntan lotion that makes you smell like a pina colada and nothing to do with the flavour of her breast milk, or in preserving it, or making it flow better, or whatever coconut oil is supposed to do, other than making you smell great on the beach.
Anyway, I understand this formula about as well as I understand the specifications for a racing engine.
No wonder little babies cry so much… who the hell wants to drink that stuff? Is that your idea of a pleasing beverage? You give me that and I would be cranky, too.
But clearly… considering its wide acceptance & how soon we get pumped with this stuff, perhaps this is the real Formula One.
I am not a big fan of this “Formula One” either. I probably wouldn’t care for the stuff that nature supplied our Mothers… either/or both baby formula and Mother’s milk, presumably leading to the next step: cow’s milk (and turning the human responsibility of feeding our children over to bovine surrogates). I happily gave up cow’s milk at 17 (except with Cheerios, or an occasional White Russian).
Now here is a worthy formula… 7 parts Tanqueray Gin, 1 part Noilly Pratt Dry Vermouth, stirred with plenty of ice ’til it’s cold, very cold... strained into proper stemware.
And finally there is this… refined disodium uridine 5 produces a soft metal & when enriched, isotope separation will provide a souce for power to keep a small city in electricity… or as a source for advanced weapons.
Now… finish your milk, or you get no story tonight.