Race car drivers.  A breed of people like none other.

 

1920s-1930s .... Seat Belts?  Hell no!  I wanna be thrown clear [what a stupid suggestion].

 

1940s-1950s .... Nomex Driving suit?  Who do you think I am, the X-15 test pilot? I wear overalls while I'm UNDER the car son, not while I'm IN the car [what a stupid suggestion].

 

1960s-1970s .... Full face shield helmets?  You can't breath inside one of those damn diving bell things, and how in the hell am I supposed to be able to smoke during cautions [what a stupid suggestion]?

 

1980s-1990s ... I have to put my fuel cell in a WHAT ...!?! A Steel can? Look, the rules say two steel straps ... and THAT'S exactly what my fuel cell is mounted with ... now I have to actually put it "INSIDE" something too [what a stupid suggestion]?

 

2000s-2010s [projected] ... An aluminum dish steering wheel ..AND  a steel drive shaft tunnel ?  Look, If I can't see my feet and wrap all ten of my digits snugly around the inside of my steering wheel, THAT would be as uncomfortable to me as having to worrying about something invisible [like my drive shaft] all of the time.  See, when I'm in an accident, I ALWAYS let go of my steering wheel.  So that is not a problem. If my drive shaft breaks, I'll just scoot way over to the left real quick.  Those hundreds [maybe thousands] of other Dirt Late Model racers who sustain serious injuries year after year from their steering wheels and drive shafts were obviously not paying attention to what they were doing [what stupid suggestions].