No, I was supposed to figure it out naturally, instinctively. I wanted to be some mysterious lone wolf dark horse chimera of a racer, with a distinctive approach that cannot be explained or replicated. Instead, I've become a career back-marker, a grid filler and also ran, a loser who's just happy to be able to participate.
So here I am, whining about how I am a no talent hack. I should be complaining about my lack of discipline and commitment, and how I've been unable to quit smoking and drinking. I remember when racing was done by daredevil gentlemen in their jaunting jalopies. Perhaps that is the era where I belong. Now it's all about them nerd-jocks fine tuning their hi-technology warplanes.
Maybe I should be looking for that old man who'll guide me through some crazy training montage. After which I'll level up and start winning and become champion and all that. I wonder if it has really happened that way to anyone. Well I ain't no protagonist and I don't think I want to be.