For my 50th birthday my wife gave me the present of some laps around the Talladega speedway in a NASCAR race car. Sounded fun. I knew I could drive a hot lap or two. The only problem was that the cars were set up with an “average” person’s measurements. I am 6’2” long legs and long arms and they barely could fold me up enough to shoe horn me in the thing. I was cramped and melting and my fastest lap was in the 170s.
The car obviously had the handling but the fit was all wrong and thus the performance was sub-par. Same thing applies to shooting, or golf, or anything else that involves a human and equipment.
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