IT'S normally a case of 'who dares wins' in the rubber-burning, nerve-singeing world of motorsport.
The publicity people continually trumpet the majestic men in their magnificent machines angle, not forgetting the ever-present element of mortality as the co-driver.
Mix that in with fumes, noise, speed and its bedmate power and add a squeeze or two of testosterone and you have a pretty powerful cocktail that goes by the somewhat suggestive name of 'Grand Prix'.
Anyone who has ever been in Macau when the streets are transformed into a race track or witnessed a Formula One event live will testify to the overpowering nature of the whole zoom scenario and admit to being blown away by the ability and bravery of people who drive so quickly their eyes pop out of their sockets.
But there's much more to motorsport than man and machine. At the end of the day it's purely about selling cars and products which effectively hands control to the sponsors and manufacturers that back the teams.
That mastery manifests itself when championships, not just races, are at stake. There's more prestige and mileage in winning the 'World' or 'Asian' whatever than merely one leg of a series, so team orders come into play.
Driver B, who is faster on the day but has no chance of winning overall, is told to pull over to allow Driver A, his teammate, to take the laurels.