Seems like an indulgent title I know. But, I have rediscovered my love of writing about F1 here, so I thought I'd roll with it and just see where this blog takes me.
I admit I have struggled on occasion to enjoy F1 lately. Minimal fighting at the front and domination by one team. I miss Rosberg at Mercedes too if I am honest. Their team dynamic has changed and seems much more harmonious these days. Good for the team, but I miss the drama and fighting between Nico and Lewis - on the track and off it.
Where did it all start?
Well, I got into F1 because my Dad watched it when I was a nipper, aged 5 or 6. Evidence of my love for the sport was clear early on though. I remember stumbling across an old scrapbook I kept from around 1985 or so. It had press cuttings of everything to do with the sport, plus some amusing crayola drawings that I can only assume were meant to be F1 cars and drivers.He took me to my first Grand Prix - The 1985 Shell Oils Grand Prix of Europe at Brands Hatch. The first win of Red 5! I have memories of this, mostly via looking at old photographs, but still it is there.
Mansell was my hero, the first driver I was thoroughly entranced by. He fought, scrapped and bullied the car around the tracks of the world. He was a complete fighter, was bloody quick and was intimidated by absolutely nobody. No bullshit. Witness him never yielding to Senna as they thrashed it down the straight of the first Spanish GP at Montmello in 1991 - a truly iconic image.
I remember eagerly getting up at stupid O'clock to watch all the Australian and Japanese races, a lot of them title showdowns. I remember being absolutely gutted when Mansells' tyre burst in 1986. The title showdowns with Prost and Senna, where I saw them crash on the first lap - immense anti-climax, so I went back to bed.
The Chain and Murray Walker are as much a part of the soundtrack to my life as any other music or voice.
I admit, I never fully, truly appreciated Ayrton Senna until well after he died. He was always the arch nemesis of Mansell, so I always felt I just couldn't like the guy at all.
I idolise the guy these days and have pretty much every book about him. In fact, I have an F1 bookcase, full of around 35 F1 books and F1 Racing Magazines dating back to 2001.
The drama...it's all this and more
It's the characters, it's the anticipation at the start of the race - I don't think I've been silent at any race starts, ever. I am always on the edge of my seat, looking out for a quick starting Alonso (for example) whilst screaming at the TV and leaping around.It's the speed, it's the brutality, it's the gladiators and the machines, it's the risk, it's the art - the way a car impossibly sticks to the race track as it's flung around a corner at 150mph. I once said in this blog that the track is the canvas, the car is the brush and the driver is the artist.
It's wheel to wheel at 200mph...I just bloody love this sport.
I remember getting up in 1994 to watch the title showdown in Adelaide and being absolutely destroyed when Hill pulled into the pits. The wistful look in his eyes as he stared at the broken front wishbone. His titles hopes done and dusted.
I watched again in the early hours for Japan 1996 to hear Murray speak those immortal lines "and I've got to stop, because I've got a lump in my throat" - as Damon became World Champion.
It's watching the 2010 title decider with friends and being absolutely distraught when I saw things slipping away from Alonso, stuck behind Petrov for lap after lap as Vettel swiped the title from under his nose.
It's the utter drama of the 2007 season as Ron couldn't hold McLaren together as everything imploded.
It's Bahrain 2014 - the insane race between Rosberg and Hamilton. Teammates going for it 100%, neither wanting to yield an inch of tarmac, side by side, running out of road.
It's Gilles Villeneuve. I didn't grow up in his era, but I've seen the races. The ultimate fighter never gave up. Ever. The car control was insane. A true F1 hero.
It's the rich history of the sport, the despair, the drama, the heroic moments, the racing wheel to wheel, tinged with tragic moments.
In the flesh
From 1985, my next live encounter was Silverstone qualifying in 1991 - Senna, Prost and Mansell were all there.2001 - Walked around Albert Park on my visit to Australia.
Then, skip forward to Barcelona 2009. Alonso country! The eager Spanish track announcer encouraging the crowd to join in every time he announced Alonso on the circuit speaker system - "Fernando....ALLLLOOONNNNSSSSSOOOOOO!!!!!". What a fantastic weekend as we witnessed Button crush all before him in his dominant Brawn. We also saw Massa conk out on the last lap and Alonso breeze by him for a tidy 5th in a pretty below average Renault. The crowd went absolutely bonkers.
Next, the boys trip to Belgium in 2012. From sheltering in a freezing cold bus shelter in the cold rain through to discovering Belgian beer, this was a trip to remember. Watching the cars go around Pouhon at 150mph, impossibly sticking to the tarmac, was incredible to see. I spent the first half of the race in a foul mood, as I'd traveled all that way to see Alonso continue on his path to the title only to see him punted out in dramatic fashion at turn one.
Hungary 2015 was hot! Our grandstand gave us a perfect view of Hamilton binning it into the kitty litter in the first lap. Alonso was 5th. All good!
Singapore 2016 was a different experience entirely! I was in the Waterfront grandstand, so had a fantastic view of the cars as they accelerated away and out of the corner, squirming to within an inch of the barrier. Amazing. I could also hear the support cars from my hotel room - what a way to whet the appetite! It was a great race too, with Rosberg being followed closely by Daniel, Kimi and Lewis.
2017 - No racing, but just the matter of visit to the Alonso Collection in Oviedo. I blogged about this last year. It's not every day you get to see all the cars of the greatest racer of a generation.
2018 - Off to Montreal for the Canadian GP. I've walked around the track before in..2002 I think. Grandstand 12 - I'm looking forward to what is usually a very entertaining race.
So, as every relationship has ups and downs, I've had mine with F1 - I still absolutely love it though.
Liberty have much to think about for the future though - I've read in places that people see Formula E as the future and at some point down the road F1 has decisions to make about how it progresses and what it becomes.
To Bahrain!
