The Red Bull aerobatic world champs is held every year. The American are very, very good. **Suspiciously so.** At that level of competition the planes are similar and so are the pilots. The Americans were not winning the events by split-seconds, but by margins ranging from 5 to 8 seconds! They have an edge. What is their secret weapon?
I have two theories:
#1 I they are gaining time by cutting corners on the turns. They are already pulling 10 to 11 g’s and they are only meters above the ground (water). It’s not like a fighter pilot who can afford to ‘grey out’ in a tight turn – they have thousands of feet below them in which to recover. A momentary loss in concentration by the Red Bull racers will see them crash. The Americans have found a way to tolerate higher g forces. High G underpants? Watch those Americans closely.
#2 It could be luck but American spelling mitigates against this. Lucky red sox – insipid, weak American luck. Lucky red socks – powerful mojo indeed. Only one problem – socks wear out.
Imagine pushing your luck beyond the limits of the mojo. Your mangled corpse being dragged from the wreckage of your plane. When they remove your shoes to put the tag on your big toe, it sticks out from one of the many holes. How embarrassing.
A ritual for pilots whose socks (or other item of apparel) are wearing-out (for superior European luck), is as follows. It’s your superstition, so you can influence the element of the great Cosmic Consciousness, which governs the distribution of luck. In case the Cosmic Consciousness is in any doubt, you must specify out loud that as long as the socks are in your immediate vicinity, it isn’t necessary that they be worn. Then tuck them into a little-used zipper pocket high on the left arm (all flight suits have these). The mojo should still work.
While performing the ritual, liquid refreshment is an important part. American refreshment is OK (I used Jack Daniels). This must be sucked on at appropriate points.
I have two theories:
#1 I they are gaining time by cutting corners on the turns. They are already pulling 10 to 11 g’s and they are only meters above the ground (water). It’s not like a fighter pilot who can afford to ‘grey out’ in a tight turn – they have thousands of feet below them in which to recover. A momentary loss in concentration by the Red Bull racers will see them crash. The Americans have found a way to tolerate higher g forces. High G underpants? Watch those Americans closely.
#2 It could be luck but American spelling mitigates against this. Lucky red sox – insipid, weak American luck. Lucky red socks – powerful mojo indeed. Only one problem – socks wear out.
Imagine pushing your luck beyond the limits of the mojo. Your mangled corpse being dragged from the wreckage of your plane. When they remove your shoes to put the tag on your big toe, it sticks out from one of the many holes. How embarrassing.
A ritual for pilots whose socks (or other item of apparel) are wearing-out (for superior European luck), is as follows. It’s your superstition, so you can influence the element of the great Cosmic Consciousness, which governs the distribution of luck. In case the Cosmic Consciousness is in any doubt, you must specify out loud that as long as the socks are in your immediate vicinity, it isn’t necessary that they be worn. Then tuck them into a little-used zipper pocket high on the left arm (all flight suits have these). The mojo should still work.
While performing the ritual, liquid refreshment is an important part. American refreshment is OK (I used Jack Daniels). This must be sucked on at appropriate points.