Well, he paid the ultimate price, a lot of f1 champions are still alive. But whatever.
He dies because of a fault with his car not his mistake.
on 13 April 2007, the Italian Supreme Court of Cassation delivered its own verdict (number 15050) stating that: “It has been determined that the accident was caused by a steering column failure. This failure was caused by badly designed and badly executed modifications. The responsibility for this falls on Patrick Head, culpable of omitted control”.
He dies because of a fault with his car not his mistake.
Yes, that’s right, but imo he was flawed. In your opinion he wasn’t.
I see a little problem here.
He knew the cars were dangerous, he said the cars were dangerous, he said there would be accidents. And there were accidents.
He had to win.
Unfortunately in his case his biggest flaw was being a ****. Unfortunately, so much of one that the flaws overrode his talent to the point where ten other people wouldn’t be in the same team as him.
Participating in THE least entertaining sport on earth
What, he played darts?
Anyway, it isn’t the particular enterprise that a person is involved with that makes them flawed, it’s the fact that they were particularly good at whatever they did, despite having significant character flaws that went against their abilities, so I’d say Spike Milligan and Tony Hancock.
Ain’t that the truth! So sad, he could be brilliant, but he could be embarrassingly bad; saw him once when he was so drunk he was almost incoherent.
Gerry Rafferty had similar problems with the drink, too.
Has anyone said Alan Turing? A true genius, whose flaw wouldn’t make a bit of difference today, but led to his untimely death back then.
One wonders what else he could have brought to light in computer/mathematics science had he lived.
Has to be Hunter S Thompson for me, a genius (but character flawed) wordsmith
3:00 p.m. rise
3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills
3:45 cocaine
3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill
4:05 first cup of coffee, Dunhill
4:15 cocaine
4:16 orange juice, Dunhill
4:30 cocaine
4:54 cocaine
5:05 cocaine
5:11 coffee, Dunhills
5:30 more ice in the Chivas
5:45 cocaine, etc., etc.
6:00 grass to take the edge off the day
7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch-Heineken, two margaritas, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone (a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jiggers of Chivas.)
9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously
10:00 drops acid
11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass
11:30 cocaine, etc, etc.
12:00 midnight, Hunter S. Thompson is ready to write
I’m not sure I’d ever describe a cyclist (not a road cyclist anyway) as a sporting genius. It seems to be an accolade more usually applied in sports with a strong technical aspect.