Saturday, March 06, 2004

Unless I'm very much mistaken

Ah, the return of Formula One...

I was going to do a 'Why I love Formula One'-type post, but I can't put my finger on any specific reason why. It's a combination of the racing, the sheer how mad do you have to be do that? factor, that whole appeal to my testosterone and then just the general soapiness of the whole thing.

I think the last one is perhaps one of the least explored areas, though it's one of the big ones for F1 fans. There's a limit to how much us non-engineers can discuss the technology, and jokes based on the emotionlessness of Kimi Raikonnen fail to amuse after a while, but anyone can discuss the rumours, the speculations, the behind the scenes action which, from what filters out into the media, makes the whole thing sound like a particularly hyperactive episode of Dallas with high-stakes issues continually being discussed, but never quite resolved.

Sure, it's not the 70s anymore, with the drivers staggering from nightclub to racetrack to yacht to model's hotel room, but there's still enough going on, normally centred around Bernie Ecclestone, a real-life JR if ever there was one, to keep the attention going. It's often suggested that viewers at home should be allowed to listen in to drivers' radios to increase interest and knowledge of what's going on in the race. Sod that. I want the team principals' phone calls taped inbetween races and then played on the air during the boring parts of the race. Now that's entertainment, though probably only after the watershed.

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