Rally GB – a winter wonderland
Winter is here. It is cold in England, minus four this morning, and that’s in a valley just 20 miles from the sea. Well, of course winter has arrived –…
Winter is here. It is cold in England, minus four this morning, and that’s in a valley just 20 miles from the sea. Well, of course winter has arrived –…
I have just surfaced after a bout of enforced inactivity. First, an operation on my right hand, with subsequent physiotherapy. Then came a rather nasty ‘lurgy’ which rendered me listless…
Wow! Strewth! Phew, what a scorcher! Have you come down yet? It doesn’t get much better than Brazil 2008. Does it? Yes, we’ve seen some thrilling races over the decades,…
For those of you following La Carrera Panamericana – I know we have some Mexican readers in the UK and some fans who know Jo Ramirez from his time in…
Previously on these pages, to re-phrase the opening titles of the best American soaps, we have examined why most are merely very good while a few are great. Following a…
I have long suffered from a fascination with Mexico. In the days of the Mexican Grand Prix I was sadly not yet on the roster of those that might be…
I made a complete hash of watching the Grand Prix of China in Shanghai. I was particularly keen to see this race for two reasons. Firstly I was in Shanghai…
I’ve been thinking. Well, you need some thinking time when the editor is asking for a couple of blogs each week, preferably opinionated. A little humour is also allowed, maybe…
Good morning/Good afternoon/Good evening. Sorry, just returning to normal life. Well, how was it for you? How did we judge the first ever Grand Prix race to be run at…
What a weekend that was! You just didn’t know where to look next! There was young Sebastian Vettel in the rain at Monza, proving what a lot of people have…
Suddenly it is September, the end of summer, and already autumn is here. In my part of the world the harvesting is nearly done and the leaves are turning. September…
Finns ain’t what they used to be. At least there is one who ain’t what he used to be. Down the pub on Sunday night, bereft of a race to…