Why I stopped caring about modern motorsport

Ok, so that headline is a slight exaggeration. I do still care about the outcome of some motorsports events, but as someone who is too young to remember a time when "sex was safe and racing was dangerous" to paraphrase Hans Stuck Jr., I have to say that today's cars, drivers, and circuits simply don't have the allure, the romance, and the personality that their forebears did. This point of view is already well trodden territory of course, but when I came across this photo over at Motoring Con Brio a few weeks back, it really touched a nerve. I feel like this photo really encapsulates the visceral excitement of racing that is missing today. Cars are just too sophisticated, tire technology is just too good, car setup is too computational, and drivers too polished. I think racing has utterly lost the wonderful rough and hairy edges it used to have (admittedly before I was born). What we're left with is like watching shiny plastic slot cars go 'round. Lost is the feeling that the racing car is a living, breathing beast being tamed by a supremely brave and skilled individual.  It makes me wonder what things will be like in the next 10, 20 years, and whether we'll just watch robotically controlled electric vehicles chase each other silently around Mickey Mouse circuits in the Middle and Far East while the tracks like Monza, Silverstone, Zandvoort and the rest fall into decay. Perhaps I am silly to be nostalgic for a past I never lived, but I often wonder if today's racing will leave anything to be nostalgic about when I am old and gray...