The ships, the lights, the sounds, the money. Everything Formula One is about except, of course, competition.
Not that Formula One is usually about competition.
This year is a shiny abberation but you can’t learn much at Monaco. It’s old and slow and there’s no place to pass or park which makes it a perfect yellow flag companion to the turn left Brick Yard and the stomping ground of Scuderia Marlboro which is all show and no go. You want action? Rent Grand Prix (I understand Eva Marie Saint is hot in her torpedo bra).
Shall I seem cynical? Perhaps, but the truth is that I didn’t even bother watching practice where teams are testing fiddly aero bits they’ll never use again in search of extra downforce which will allow them to drive on the top of the tunnel like Men in Black.
Iconic. That’s the word I’m looking for. One “R” away from a trip through the dryer though waving steamy hot metal over your pleats and creases is so satisfyingly mindless.
How the Ecclestone and the mighty have fallen. Live broadcast tomorrow @ 7:30 am on Speed (GP2 @ 6 am).
Oh, surprises below.