Racing a car at high speeds is not a natural thing for a human being. Humans may have evolved to run, to hunt, to use our brains, to tell stories, and to use language, but no part of our evolutionary blueprint predestined humans to go racing. Strapped into a car, hurtling around banked corners, windy circuits, or dirt roads, on the edge of control, and fighting every instinct to slow down, brake earlier, and get away from the wall. Sure, people can be blessed with coordination, reaction time, physicality, and courage - but those gifts on their own still don't produce a great driver. When a great driver passes, I am struck by the fact that it's almost a miracle that such a person even existed in the first place. Somehow, someway, there existed a combination of talent, bravery, and luck that got them to a place that they could apply their natural gifts. And further still, somehow we live in fleetingly recent period of history in which we can watch and observe this greatness.…