Well, there we are, three down, 17 to go. A double header in China and Bahrain done and dusted and on we go back to jolly old Milton Keynes. It feels like a year since we’ve been there – but it’s actually about two weeks. A week is a long time in motorsport so two weeks is… an even longer time.
Bahrain was perhaps not our finest hour. Pretty quick in quali trim, excitingly quick in the if-this-goes-our-way-we-could-win-this sense during the first stint and then… meh. A big pile of meh. Max had the unpleasant sensation of hitting the brake pedal and finding a whole lot of nothing pushing back, while Daniel switched to a set of Primes that really weren’t all that. We need a new name for those: after a promising stint on the Option we switched to the Where Did All The Pace Go? tyres for the middle stint and then back to the Options at the end.
In other news, F1 seems to have found another ingenious way to embarrass drivers. The podium interview conducted by an inebriated and/or confused celebrity has a rival now. The drivers have to congregate a few minutes before the drivers’ parade begins and previously this has been dead space spent checking emails, making uncomfortable chit-chat or trying to accidentally poke Lewis Hamilton in the eye with an umbrella. Now, some ingenious imp has found a way to extract maximum comedy value from this moments with a dash of local colour.
In China the drivers were faced with a ping-pong table and got the opportunity to prove what many people suspect: namely that out of the car they have all the physical coordination of Bambi on ice (honourable exception to Carlos Sainz who’s annoying good at everything). Bahrain, on the other hand, doesn’t really have a conventional sport to hang its hat on – but what it does have is a deep, abiding love of falconry…
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