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SÃO PAULO (obrigatório) – No blog do Mahar, texto de Alex Dias Ribeiro sobre o professor Sid Watkins. Eles trabalharam juntos por anos. Da meia-dúzia de pessoas que realmente admiro no automobilismo, Alex é um deles.
Perfil
Jornalista, dublê de piloto, escritor e professor de Jornalismo. Por atuar em jornais, revistas, rádio, TV e internet, se encaixa no perfil do que se convencionou chamar de multimídia. “Um multimídia de araque”, diz ele. “Porque no fundo eu faço a mesma coisa em todo lugar: falo e escrevo.”
Saiba mais
eu penso que o patinho do filme não tenha sido a preimeira versão do Bólido do Alex e da turma brasiliense. Ao que eu me lembre, o primeiro, tinha os paralamas dianteiros que não se juntavam na parte dianteira da carenagem, era mesmo parecido mas não de todo, com os partalamas do jeep
Abraços.
Duas pessoas tão maravilhosas e com crenças proporcionalmente inversas, mas que se respeitaram e souberam tirar o melhor que cada um enxergou no outro. Isto é o verdadeiro ideal de vida. Não importa a sua crença, mas sim as pessoas.
Segue o obituario do Dr. Sid publicado no site http://www.formula1.com (com a classica passagem dele com o Piquet em Imola – 1987).
Sid Watkins was the kindest and most caring person one could ever hope to meet in Formula One racing – or anywhere else for that matter. Moreover, anyone who works in or cares for the sport owes a massive debt to a man who made such a towering commitment and contribution to bringing safety levels to what so many take for granted today.
He was totally honest and forthright – and he got things done. As a medical doctor he had presence and automatically commanded respect, and when he spoke there wasn’t anyone who didn’t stop and listen. ‘Prof’, as he was universally known, spoke from both the heart and the head, and always did so with the considered thought of a man who, as a neurosurgeon, had so often literally had the lives of others in his hands. And he was completely independent in that thought. Not for him political correctness or persuasion. If something needed saying, he would say it.
Back in 1991, when Michael Schumacher had just come on the Formula One scene, he had a massive accident at Suzuka during practice for the Japanese Grand Prix at the 130R corner, which was a serious challenge back then. Prof thought he needed to calm himself down a little and told him: “Michael, you’re a good-looking lad. And if you carry on like this, you’re going to be a good-looking corpse…”
Not long afterwards, Schumacher went out in the spare Benetton B191 and went quicker, for such is the way of race drivers. But many would never have dared to offer such advice in the first place.
In Brazil he once listened to a litany of woes expressed by a world champion well-known for taking a morbid interest in his own medical condition and laying it on thick. After a few minutes, he looked at his subject speculatively and said: “Okay, well that sounds pretty nasty. The first thing we’d better do is give you an enema…” Curiously, the driver’s ills disappeared instantly.
It was when Prof had ignored Nelson Piquet’s blandishments in 1987 after a huge accident at Imola, and refused to let him race, that his full authority became established.
Piquet had crashed backwards into the infamous wall at Tamburello following a tyre failure, and been badly knocked about. But he’d discharged himself from hospital and turned up ready to race. “I said that wasn’t possible because he’d had a head injury and he might have some brain damage. He said that he hadn’t, whereupon I said, ‘Well why have you left your shoe off?’ He was only wearing one. He said that his foot was painful and swollen so he’d let it off.
“I said: ‘Brain damage, foot damage, it doesn’t make any difference. You’re not fit to drive.’ He cried on my shoulder, begged and screamed, but I said to Bernie: ‘If Nelson gets into a car, I’m leaving this circuit.’”
Years later, Piquet admitted that he didn’t feel right until the end of the season.
That was a watershed for Prof and for medicine in the sport. Up until then, a driver who’d been in a big shunt would crawl back into his car and take his chances. Prof had no time for such romantics. If you weren’t fit, you weren’t racing. That weekend there was massive pressure from the circuit organisers, not to mention Piquet and Williams, but he stood firm and a precedent was established, and from then on what Prof said went, as far as medical matters were concerned.
He had always been in love with racing, but first became involved while he was working as Professor of Neurosurgery in Syracuse in the early Sixties. Since Watkins Glen was also in upstate New York, he found himself joining the medical team for the US Grand Prix there in 1962. He took an anaesthetist and an orthopaedic surgeon with him and they worked in primitive conditions, using their own equipment. Back then things were crude when it came to safety.
By 1970 he was working at the London Hospital, and there he was contacted by Dean Delamont of the RAC MSA who, knowing of his work at Watkins Glen, asked him to fulfil similar duties at the British Grand Prix. Previous attempts to provide intensive care for injured drivers – in the form of the Grand Prix Medical Unit instigated by BRM’s Louis Stanley – had met with a lukewarm response from circuit owners, but now Prof once again suggested that the facilities should be provided to take the intensive care unit to the driver should he be trapped in his car. The chief medical officer rejected the idea vehemently.
It took Bernie Ecclestone to see the situation clearly, and in 1978 he visited Prof, feigning a medical condition, and asked if he would be prepared to attend each race as F1’s official medic. Thus began one of the most far-reaching relationships in F1 history.
Over the years Prof was responsible for changing entrenched attitudes. He initiated the availability of full medical care throughout a meeting and in testing, rather than just on race day. Conditions and equipment were upgraded. Training became intensive, and staffing levels increased. At the same time, he worked very closely with the FIA on improving all aspects of safety, from the drivers’ equipment to the cars and circuits themselves. A movement began which would save countless lives as views changed forever on the subject of the expendability of the stars at the very heart of the F1 show.
He was involved very personally at Imola in 1994, in that fateful weekend when Rubens Barrichello narrowly escaped from an horrendous accident, before Roland Ratzenberger and Ayrton Senna were killed. He was particularly close to the Brazilian, with whom he had forged a friendship based on mutual respect.
Thereafter, the quest for safety was redoubled, with Prof in the vanguard of changes which, among other things, included making raised cockpit sides and the HANS head and neck support system mandatory. He kept pushing because he cared deeply, not because he sought reward.
“I still think a great deal about Ayrton,” he admitted. “I dream about him a lot. It’s one of the problems of old age: you dream more. There are two or three people in my life who have affected me a lot – my father, the neurosurgeon at Oxford with whom I trained, and Senna – and I dream about them constantly. And I hate it, because they’re alive and well, and then you wake up, and have to face once more that they’re gone.”
Speaking of Imola, he once said: “Given a retrospective choice between a Tamburello or a Senna, I do not believe any sane person would now select the wall.”
It is a lasting tribute to the passionate and compassionate work of this great man that safety standards in Formula One racing – and across motorsport – have never been higher.
Resumindo: “Um grande cara esse Dr. Sid.
eita povinho sem Deus no coração, um dia irão se arrepender mas será tarde demais…pulhas! respeitem o Alex que vocês não valem um centavo perto dele.
O cara aí falou tudo..ideologia religiosa babaca e doentia!
Flavio.
Veja que coincidencia…
Sid Watkins e Sid Mosca…
Perdemos dois Sids expetaculares do automobilismo !
Abs
O cara era agnóstico, mas dedicou uma vida para salvar a de outros. Enquanto isso, hipócritas e bandidos de bíblia na mão enxergam um cifrão em cada uma de suas ovelhas. Triste.
Faço minhas as palavras do Alexandre!
Minhas também!
As minhas também!
Só não faço minha as palavras do Alexandre, porque jamais seria capaz de escrever isso que ele escreveu… Sujeito bão pra expressar o que pensa sô!…
GOD HAS A PLACE IN HEAVEN FOR YOU SID:
Já gostava do Alex desde a Fórmula 2, com aquele March “magenta”, frente escrita “Cristo Salva” …. grande piloto!
Certa vez, conversei rápido com ele no Prêmio Visa de música brasileira, ele estava ao meu lado na saída, muito simpático, cordial, educadíssimo!
E eu não sabia que ele também tinha um belo texto.
Não foi a toa que uma pessoa como o Dr Sid Watkins o escolheu como parceiro.
Meus sinceros pêsames aos familiares e a toda Fórmula 1!
Lamentável perda.
Engraçado é você viver de automobilismo a anos, ter convivido e escrito, com e sobre, milhares de pessoas, e dizer que só admira meia duzia de pessoas. Não é muito pouco? Fala ai quem são as outras cinco.
Felizmente o Alex não logrou êxito em seu desiderato de arrebanhar um cientista genial para sua ideologia religiosa babaca e doentia! Foi-se o Dr. Sid Watkins, como irei também eu, livre destas idiotices. Isso sim é que é viver e descansar em paz.
Babaquice é ser intolerante.
Meu amigo, SE eu fosse intolerante…
Declarar-se agnóstico é admitir a possibilidade da existência de algo além da matéria. É diferente de alguém se declarar ateu, cuja crença em algo divino é claramente refutada.
Um médico cético e um piloto religioso dividirem o mesmo carro, por três anos numa atividade de alto risco, é uma prova de tolerância, respeito e confiança – atributos que gente babaca e doente não costuma carregar.
O sabor da vida se encontra na diversidade, e não na convergência de comportamento.
Vocês são maus leitores. Eu não disse que o Alex é babaca, disse que as ideologias dele, a mim, são.
Eu sou um mau leitor? Eu afirmei que você considera o Alex um babaca?
Cara, chega de rodeios. Confessa aí: você usa galochas! “A mim”, você usa. Amém…
Que cara Babaca!
Quais são as outras cinco?
É o Alex que conta a estória de que sempre havia uma garrafa de whisky no medical car?
Esse Alex é especial mesmo.
Imperador
Em momentos como esse, com um relato desses, é que percebemos como há pessoas boas no mundo e nós, simples mortais, não temos a oportunidade de conhecer essas pessoas que são iluminadas e sabem utilizar o dom que o Pai Celestial nos dá. Mesmo que se demore um pouco na vida, um dia conseguimos saber para que estamos aqui e assim podermos dar o nosso melhor para ajudar aos nossos irmãos. Que seu espírito perceba que agora ele vai poder continuar seu trabalho de salvação em outro plano. Obrigado, Sid.
Admira por que, Flavito? Explica pra gente…
EU TAMBÉM, FLÁVIO, POR ISSO PUBLIQUEI:
PARA COMPARTILHAR COM OS LEITORES SEUS E MEUS.
OBRIGADO
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Pessoas que escreveram a história, e fizeram parte dela.
O Alex não deve ter sido escolhido pelo dr. Sid à toa, dentre N pilotos a serem escolhidos.
As diferenças os juntaram, e permitiram um admirar o outro.
Quem diria.
Há que se ter uma homenagem no próximo GP. Em algum carro, algum capacete, alguma porra que seja. Fazem capacetes ridículos e bizarros dia após dia, e agora pra homenagear, é que eu quero ver se vão homenagear, quem literalmente salva(va) a cabeça deles.
Salve Alex, e Salve dr. Sid.
Dos grandes da história.