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Cuando se va el mejor

Hoy vi retirarse al mejor piloto de autos de todos los tiempos, también hoy se fue mucho de lo que fue parte de mi con esa carrera. Y es que creo que realmente merece escribir sobre alguien tan importante. No fue una carrera contra la modernidad, a todos nos llega nuestro tiempo, pero fue una carrera contra mi pasado. En lo deportivo, tengo que admitir que lo único que realmente me emocionaba era ver a aquel hombre manejando la más perfecta máquina de ingeniería jamás creada, no eran ni los goles del Bofo ni un cuadrangular, mucho menos una anotación o un enceste.

Lo que realmente me emocionaba era ver cómo se podía correr tan rápido, casi volar, y un instante después ver que sólo son simples mortales conduciendo obras de arte. Pero él tenía realmente algo especial, no es que tuviera siempre la ventaja, nunca la tuvo por completo, y era completamente falible, como cualquier hombre; pero el estilo en las formas, eso no te lo da un coche, eso sólo llega con la experiencia y se lleva en la sangre. Ganó cuando no tenía la ventaja y también con las condiciones más favorables; y es que el entorno nos determina tanto como nuestro coraje para sobreponernos.

Pero tal vez algún día, mas pronto de lo que creo, criticaré a los que le siguieron y diré con algo de fanfarronería que yo pude ver al más grande y que no habrá otro igual. Sin embargo, también se fue algo mío en esa carrera; se fue la parte que sabe que puede hacerlo porque tengo las condiciones, para pasar al chico que va a intentar sin saber y sin preocuparse por las condiciones. Y es que algo entendí hoy, he cambiado. Tal vez sea el fin de una época, o tal vez sea el inicio de los tiempos modernos.

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