IndyCar and NASCAR are big on families. Race coverage regularly focuses on personal lives, kids, spouses, human interest stories. It is good for business, and nobody is better at it than Scott Dixon and his family.
Sure, there are plenty of cute kids roaming around the garages. Kyle Larson, Clint Boyer, and Tony Kanaan have adorable boys, Felipe Massa represents family in the F1 paddock, and Jimmie Johnson’s girls are a dynamic duo. DaLana and Kevin Harvick’s child is a font of social media hilarity, and Kelly McNish tweets great stuff from the kids at home.
But nobody, and I mean nobody, has the visuals quite as right as Scott and Emma Davies Dixon. The girls are front and center and always, always, always matching Dad’s firesuit & the car’s livery.
“We don’t talk much there” are now famous words, said with a sly, sheepish grin, and resulting in much laughter. Fernando Alonso touched upon a chasm between Formula One and American motorsport at a press conference discussing his entry in the 101st Indianapolis 500, for which he will miss the F1 Grand Prix of Monaco.
It is a culture shock, to come to America, it seems. We call people we’ve barely met friend, we smile all the time and bigger than other places, and our racers skip down pit lane arm-in-arm, at least when one of them is Canadian. Continue reading
Here and now, in a global racing village and the 21st century, is no place for grid girls. This is no place for brolly dollies. This is no place for stilettos & PVC knickers as billboards. Not at the track. Not on a race course. Not when there are fast machines burning fuel and rubber. Not when we’re supposed to be enjoying the technological advancement of our supposedly most enlightened age.
Don’t tell me “sex sells.” Of course it does. But aren’t the cars and bikes and machines and circuits sexy? They undulate and thrust, moan and purr, vibrate and test the endurance of participant and fan alike. That sounds pretty sexy. Bonus points for the cars and bikes and machines and circuits as actual objects able to be objectified, not humans.