Oh the excitement – I finally made it to a Grand Prix. In Montreal – which turns out is only a couple of hundred miles from Pennsylvania (so quicker and easier to get to than Silverstone ever was).
The fun kicked off at a reception at the local Ferrari dealership – appalling wine but excellent Parmesan.Kimi and Massa showed up – you can see how chuffed they were to be wheeled out for PR purposes…..
Anyway the race itself is held next to where they held the Olympic rowing competitions – so you arrive in style by boat from the Casino. The seats were in one of the rather nice hospitality tents just before turn 1 where you can watch the races on screens to catch the bits not happening directly in front of you while you are wined and dined.Here’s the pre-race view of the world :
Food and drink are pretty much forgotten when the race starts. The atmosphere is electric and the sound is incredible. My loyalties were divided between supporting Lewis Hamilton and supporting Ferrari. Rooting for Hamilton won out and seemed to work for the first twenty laps or so where he was opening up a significant lead. Then it all went pear shaped when he crashed into Raikonnen in the pits (doh). Anyway planets then went way out of kilter as Kubica and Heidfeld managed a BMW one/two with Coulthard on the podium too.
Here’s a taster for you: