sett det mesta innan
och man tycker att det är lika hemskt för vem som än är inblandad, men williamsons krasch är så uppriktig, mänskligt lidande har aldrig sett så uppenbart ut, så fruktansvärt jobbigt att se en medtävlande som slits mellan hopp och förtvivlan och försöker allt ända tills funktionärerna får honom att inse att det är över...
får en att tänka till
At Zandvoort Roger was killed. He and David Purley were running their similar March 731Gs in close company when the left front tyre on Roger's car exploded on their eighth lap at the section of the track where Piers Courage had crashed three years earlier. They had just negotiated the left-right flick called Hondenvlak and were in the first of two fast fifth-gear right-handers when the incident occurred. The March struck the outer guardrail, the supports of which, incredibly, had only been set in the soft sand that is such a feature of the seaside track. It bent back with the weight of the car, before flipping it back on to the track, where it landed upside-down, right on the apex of the second right-hander. The left-hand fuel tank had been damaged, and a small fire started.
Purley immediately stopped his car and abandoned his own race in a selfless act of heroism harrowingly captured on BBC television.
only yards away stood a fire tender, but no order was given to stop the race and its driver refused, perhaps rightly, to drive against the direction of the traffic. Worse, marshals with fire extinguishers merely watched as Purley fought a lone battle to right the upturned March. He could hear Williamson inside it. Roger pleaded with him to get him out. Time and again Purley tried to lift the car, but each time he failed. For two laps - at least 2m 47s -the fire was minimal, but then it grew dramatically in intensity. David tried to fight it after grabbing an extinguisher from one marshal, but by then the fire had too strong a hold.
As the marshals still remained immobile, appalled spectators began to try and help, unable to believe what they were seeing. Only then were marshals with police dogs galvanized into action, to keep them back. Finally, in the most callous act of cowardice ever seen in motor racing, they moved at last and tried to drag the desolate Purley away. He shrugged them off angrily.
Roger was uninjured in the cockpit, but they left him to die of asphyxiation. When they finally arrived, the fire trucks were far, far too late.
Där var min kväll förstörd...
. Vissa inzoomningar kunde filmen varit utan & den hade inte blivit lidande av det.
Vet inte riktigt vad man uppnår med att visa döda kroppar... tyckte nog att det var på gränsen till för mycket
Vet inte riktigt vad man uppnår med att visa döda kroppar... tyckte nog att det var på gränsen till för mycket
