Amidst the building excitement for the 2012 Summer Olympics, strawberries and cream at Wimbledon and the thought of a car race being held in the very centre of London, there was a very unglamourous Grand Prix happening just up the road in not-so-sunny Northamptonshire. Cue the jokes about the British summer because frankly, they’re just hilarious. Continue reading
Silverstone! Home of mud, rain and the Lewis Hamilton fanclub (thousands of people wearing orange caps).
Oh yes, everyone’s favourite little game: conspiracy theories. You may recall one of these going around at the end of 2008 which had something to do with a safety car advantaging a particular driver… Ringing any bells?
F1’s most recent expedition yielded crystal balls, another disappointing race for a certain team from Woking, hot weather, French tongue, two almost-rollovers and about one hundred thousand screaming Spaniards.
Sounds decent — and it was. Incredibly, this expedition was widely predicted to be the most boring race of the season, with many (not us… ahem) touting the Valencia street circuit as one of the worst Formula 1 tracks of all time. And to be fair, all 4 previous races held around these same streets didn’t exactly lead anyone to believe it could ever produce a race that could be considered entertaining by F1’s standards. With 2012’s races having heightened everyone’s expectations of how Grands Prix should be, it was going to be a particularly tough ask this time around…
Oranges! A fish market!
Montréal is a city that has for the previous two years been home to arguably the most exciting races of their entire respective seasons. But just how Pirelli’s alleged speed-hating tyres were going to impact on the 2012 iteration of the Canadian Grand Prix was a major source of excitement and anticipation during the lead-up to the event.
Montreal! And apologies if I sound bitter. It’s just that I was expecting a great race, and got let down. Sort of..