F1 messed up the big race day and it might rain on their Canadian parade
For nearly all of the 21st Century, the Monaco GP has kicked off the big Sunday of racing. For the sake of carbon, now it doesn't.
When it feels appropriate, and certainly when it helps their immediate argument, the Smugs among us will say something along the lines of, “Well, they don’t do it that way in Europe. ” Ah, Europe, where ice cubes are doled out like gem stones. Where gas is priced in liters in order to lessen the shock of paying 8-plus bucks a gallon to fill that toaster you call a car.
Just kidding … it's actually litres. America’s Europhiles, over time, have let their infatuation wander into the sporting world , and roughly a generation ago, you began hearing cohorts, passersby and maybe even friends (dear Lord! ) join conversations about the next morning’s big “football” game (oops … match ) in Manchester.
Soon thereafter, their Euro sporting eyes began wandering from the pitches to the paddocks, and you needn’t go far to overhear chatter about that morning’s Formula One race in Germany, England, Spain, etc. Even in the early-Sunday waiting room we call a NASCAR media center, a few of the typists and talkers would gather around a laptop to watch the live feed from Silverstone or Monza. I never heard any of them say, “We’re better and smarter than you,” but vibes, you know?
And this was long before Netflix brought us the hit docuseries — “Drive to Survive” — that made household names of so many current F1 racers, each more handsome than the next, which didn’t hurt the cause. The whole McLaren, Red Bull, Max and Lewis theatrics were suddenly conversation fodder for some who, five minutes ago, didn’t know a pastrami sub from a Rubens Barrichello. Duas palavras = RUBENS BARRICHELLO pic.
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