Siffert and Rodríguez
It’s difficult to think of two countries with less climatic, cultural and economic crossover than mañana Mexico and like-clockwork Switzerland. They’re chilli peppers and Emmental. But Pedro and Jo –…
It’s difficult to think of two countries with less climatic, cultural and economic crossover than mañana Mexico and like-clockwork Switzerland. They’re chilli peppers and Emmental. But Pedro and Jo –…
Races had always been against the clock. Practice was a more leisurely pursuit: a chance to (re)acquaint and rehearse and, hopefully, to fine-tune and, at worst, rebuild. Until the Monaco…
You knew where you were with Luigi Fagioli: in his bad books – unless, that is, you were helping to ensure he was winning. Because of his generally grumpy demeanour,…
Much play was made of the Melbourne podium because Kimi Räikkönen, Fernando Alonso and Sebastian Vettel were/are most people’s pre-season title picks – albeit not necessarily in that order. But…
Tomorrow five Formula 1 greenhorns will venture out on a ‘green’ parkland track Down Under to begin their Grand Prix careers for real. From sim to sink or swim. Messrs…
It sounds as though Mallory Park is in a bit of a pickle. Verbal decibels have reached danger level in a row over its number of days’ usage and the…
They’ve dug it up to make room for the 2016 Olympics – and I expect I will be sad in the same way that I have come to miss Hockenheim’s…
Can’t beat a snow rally for picturesque dramatic action. Stunning stuff. Even those of my friends who think motor sport the work of the Devil are (very briefly) impressed by…
Always there’s a frisson when the Formula 1 cars hit the track for the first time each year. Indeed it’s been rather too exciting for some at Jerez: Nico Rosberg…
Mere weeks ago I asserted that Formula 3 has long been the most accurate arbiter of future F1 talent. And I stand by that. Matters are changing fast, though. F3’s…
Those who know me will be aware that I am not averse to a grizzle, a gripe or a groan. According to some I fit that Northern standard of dourness.…
I enjoy all sports bar horse racing; I will never forgive it for regularly interrupting what little televised motor sport there was during my formative 1970s; the parade ring, the…