I once sat next to Jason Plato at a dinner and he told me about the physiological effects of racing. Although the drivers are sitting down, there's a massive CV workout because the heart rate is so elevated for the duration.
He told me that racing on a Sunday would see him a sea of lactic acid on the Monday.
There are reasons why you don't see fat drivers.
Allegedly? The main criteria to be an F1 candidate is being able to pronounce “Max Verstappen” without resorting to a Sean Connery accent.Maybe he's like Barack Obama - black folk think he's white and ignore him. And white folk think he's black and ignore him?
..as is mincing around in rugby shorts, bits dangling around your throat because the shorts are two sizes too small.
Narrow shoulders, broad hips? Sure you aren't a skattie?*Never happen. One requires a bit of lebensraum for the lurve torpedo, not to mention a cooling breeze in the nethers to regulate temperature in the tadpole production facilities.
ETA: One's appearance viewed from behind is not unlike that of a square rigger beating downwind under full sail. Ah's gots to has room to swing free.
So it's not just me then. I try to get the back seats in planes, as they're usually two abreast (and near the bogs/Air hostie stations). There's also less chance of the trolley dollies knackering my already-knackered lower lmbs.Nee wat. Got enough kak flying sardine class on airlines with my shoulders being wider than the seat (although that's not saying much) and sticking out into the aisle, getting moered stukkend by trolleys and vetgat pax reeking of wee as they head to and from the bogs.
...Back on forum(ish) - neither of us would fit into a F1 car anymore...