i watched the daytona 500 today. and when i saw the wreck in the final lap that dale earndhart got into i thought 'shit he's gonna feel that one tomorrow.'

well, as it turns out, he won't be feelin anything tomorrow.

dale earndhart died at age 49, and will be missed.

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kuru
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-robert frost

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"There is no hell, just France." - Frank Zappa

I guess the only consolation about this is that he died holding off the entire pack so that his teammate (Michael Waltrip... brother of Darrell Waltrip, now a commentator) could win his first Winson Cup race, at Daytona, no less. And, so his son could come in second. Kind of a silly reason to die for some people, but I think that that's probably the way he would have wanted to go.

You will be greatly missed, Intimidator.

he had an amazing career, and it's a shame it had to end so suddenly.

he was known as probably the greatest driver to ever sit in a race car, and while he wasn't my favorite driver, i know that racing won't be the same. at least he went out doing what he loved and he probably felt no pain.

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kuru
'dancing is the vertical expression of horizontal desire.'
-robert frost

"my father used to tell me that childhood is over the moment you realize that you are going to die"

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...when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

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kuru
'dancing is the vertical expression of horizontal desire.'
-robert frost

And I don't really think that's how he wanted to go, do you? I love breakdancing but I don't want to buy it in the middle of a headspin (although I nearly have, or rather, at the bone-crunching collapse of a headspin).

It's pretty weird when a racing driver dies like that though isn't it? I don't mean to get sentimental but it sort of shows how fragile life is. That one moment you're just doing your thing and the next, nothing, just eternal non-existence (unless you believe in life after death in which case just before you disappear out of existence you start thinking of rabbits in some kind of attempt to sway mystical forces that don't exist).

Saw a guy die in the bullring last night (no, I dislike it, think it's cowardly but I don't know much about it so I watched a documentary on the TV). A guy got rammed repatedly by the bull after he stuck some sharp sticks in its back. On one ram the bull put its left horn first at the guys side and I thought 'Shit, that's gone in' not knowing that the guy was going to die because of this attack. The bull charged off somewhere else leaving the torrero on the floor, he sat up and clutched at his side, I though 'Shit, it DID go in' and then the narrator said that the horn had gone straight through his lung and punctured the guy's heart. Shit way to go.

My condolences (like anyone that knows him comes here) and that but I'm an atheist, he's gone to a better place, one where he doesn't know he doesn't exist.

Anybody else see Ayrton Senna's crash at Imola? Nobody thought he was gonna walk away from that one. And he didn't, the car ended up smalled than him. Suspension wishbone through the head, at least it was fast I guess.

I'm rambling. He had a nice 'tasche aswell.

How many drivers die in Nascar every year?
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