IndyCar » Shocked tributes pour in for Wheldon

As the news of Dan Wheldon's fatal accident in Las Vegas spread shockwaves through the world of motorsport, tributes poured in for the exceptionally well-loved driver.

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October 17, 2011 12:58 AM

I'm still in shock! This has shocked the whole world. It is a terrible day for sport... it's not fair when someone loses their life in these horrible circumstances. I knew it was bad when they put the sheet over the car and the car looked flat as though the air box above the head had been taken off then when Kanaan and Danica were seen crying i feared the worst. This is a sad day for sport... he was a brilliant talent and a fantastic personality one of the nicest guys in sport. He was a talent taken too soon. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family and his wife and two kids he's left behind... may your legend live on mated you'll be sadly missed... RIP Dan.

OZFan - Unregistered

October 17, 2011 1:14 AM

Dario is so damn right. It does not really matters now. In a correct perspective, it is only a silly Indy Car championship.
Dan is going bo sorely missed by everyone.
May he rest in peace.

Ben - Unregistered

October 17, 2011 3:16 AM

It's like getting punched in the stomach. Shocking and unbelievable.

We know it's dangerous but for so long and for so many it's not.

Until it is.

Alex K. - Unregistered

October 17, 2011 3:50 AM

THE time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place,
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,

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