So, here we are in Texas (Yee ha!) and thus far I have seen a lot of darkness and a lot of sunshine. The slight drawback of having the circuit in the east of a city is that every morning you drive into the sun and every evening (if you leave early enough) you drive into the sunset. This means that you cannot read the road signs. I looked at a map and planned a route in, only to find that constabulary had blocked off half the roads. We always work on the principle that one should ignore all police instructions when it comes to getting into circuit and so we arrived in the area of the circuit without any real drama and without being led on a police-inspired goose chase, disguised as a traffic plan. Once we reached the circuit the one thing we noticed apart from a lot of militia (and big gas-guzzling monster Hummers) was a complete lack of any signage suggesting where we ought to go. So we drove around a lot and finally tipped up in a place where the cars had the right passes on and so we stopped there and wandered in. It looks like a nice race track, although one has to say that if one anyalyses the place it looks like Hermann Tilke took a load of good corners from other tracks, turned them back to front or inside out and stuck them all together. There was Hella Licht, Becketts, the Adelaide Hairpin and Turkey’s Turn 8. I hope it works. America deserves to see F1 at its best.
Last night I was on a plane, minding my own business, sitting next to two people heading for Austin. One was a rabid race fan, who was remarkably well-informed and reminded me what a complex sport this is, who was lecturing the nice lady from Austin, who was patiently nodding sagely and wondering when it might all end. Still, it was great to see such enthusiasm, even if he did say “I sometimes come across as nerdy when I start talking about F1, so tell me when to stop”…
Yes, he was a bit nerdy but he did a good sales job. I doubt the lady will be coming to the race, but perhaps one day she might take a peek.
One of the reasons that some folk will not be in Texas this weekend is cost. When I arrived in Atlanta, the Immigration man was a race fan and so I asked him why he was not going over to Austin.
“$1000,” he said. “That’s what the weekend would cost me. Maybe one day.”