Oh, I absolutely love silly season. So many tasty F1 morsels, so little time.
-- Wet races are the best races, don't you think? Especially wet races on untested tracks, ala the Hungaroring. The skies open up, engineers scurry about, barking at people in 18 different languages, the drivers make really bad calls about switching tires (I'm looking at you, Scott Speed) and the whole race is thrown in an uproar. Fantastic! I mean, do you think...
-- Jenson Button could have won his first GP after 113 starts, without the rain? I'm voting for a big ol' "heck, no!" but it doesn't tarnish his achievement. He's the first English driver since Johnny Herbert in 1999 to take the top step of the podium, and didn't you just love when nobody knew if the Japanese national anthem was over? And, okay, before we move on to the next item, a clarification for some of the more geographically disinclined readers: No. David Coulthard's 2002 Monaco win doesn't count for England because he is, in fact, Scottish. Yes, there's a difference.
-- Speaking of DC, how kick-ass awesome is the confirmed DC/Webber pairing at Red Bull next season? Answer: So. Friggin'. Awesome. The only way it could be more awesome is if the pit guys dress up as Transformers at Monaco. And now, I'll admitt when Williams cut Webber loose, I was hoping this would be the end result. I just wasn't expecting a deal to be announced so soon, I thought it we'd suffer through at least a month of "Is he going to Renault? Is he going to MacLaren?" before he signed a deal. Now all that worries me is the nagging thought Webber's abysmal luck will transfer teams, and Williams will rebound to podiums and wins, while Red Bull struggles at the back of the pack. Please, if there's a just God in the universe, this won't be the case.
-- Jacques Villeneuve is out of F1. Again. We are not devestated in these parts. Again. Everything he did irritated me, from his car control (Hockenheim, anyone?) to his oversized overalls and self-professed hip-hop lifestyle. I realize the poor chap's chaffeing in Daddy's shadow, but c'mon, I can only spare so much sympathy. Let's see how the NASCAR boys take his hippity-hop affectations.
-- I love how, the deeper we get into the season, the blonder Speed gets.
I know it's not enough to tide you over for the coming F1-free weeks, but, y'know, I'm not Pit Pass.
-- Wet races are the best races, don't you think? Especially wet races on untested tracks, ala the Hungaroring. The skies open up, engineers scurry about, barking at people in 18 different languages, the drivers make really bad calls about switching tires (I'm looking at you, Scott Speed) and the whole race is thrown in an uproar. Fantastic! I mean, do you think...
-- Jenson Button could have won his first GP after 113 starts, without the rain? I'm voting for a big ol' "heck, no!" but it doesn't tarnish his achievement. He's the first English driver since Johnny Herbert in 1999 to take the top step of the podium, and didn't you just love when nobody knew if the Japanese national anthem was over? And, okay, before we move on to the next item, a clarification for some of the more geographically disinclined readers: No. David Coulthard's 2002 Monaco win doesn't count for England because he is, in fact, Scottish. Yes, there's a difference.
-- Speaking of DC, how kick-ass awesome is the confirmed DC/Webber pairing at Red Bull next season? Answer: So. Friggin'. Awesome. The only way it could be more awesome is if the pit guys dress up as Transformers at Monaco. And now, I'll admitt when Williams cut Webber loose, I was hoping this would be the end result. I just wasn't expecting a deal to be announced so soon, I thought it we'd suffer through at least a month of "Is he going to Renault? Is he going to MacLaren?" before he signed a deal. Now all that worries me is the nagging thought Webber's abysmal luck will transfer teams, and Williams will rebound to podiums and wins, while Red Bull struggles at the back of the pack. Please, if there's a just God in the universe, this won't be the case.
-- Jacques Villeneuve is out of F1. Again. We are not devestated in these parts. Again. Everything he did irritated me, from his car control (Hockenheim, anyone?) to his oversized overalls and self-professed hip-hop lifestyle. I realize the poor chap's chaffeing in Daddy's shadow, but c'mon, I can only spare so much sympathy. Let's see how the NASCAR boys take his hippity-hop affectations.
-- I love how, the deeper we get into the season, the blonder Speed gets.
I know it's not enough to tide you over for the coming F1-free weeks, but, y'know, I'm not Pit Pass.
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