I’m in New York today, between planes, once again because of airline logic and frequent flyer mileage. I’m pondering a trip to Port Imperial as I have nothing to do except having lunch with an old mate and then getting back to the airport for a tea time flight to Paris. This being New York it could take an hour or more to get into town from JFK.
The Brazil weekend was a bit of an unexpected result in the Lewis Hamilton made a mistake, which probably cost him the win. With the pace he had the projections showed that he would have passed Nico Rosberg at the last pit stop. Nico must be relieved because another public kicking is never good for the soul and the confidence. I have to say that I’ve been impressed by Nico this year, particularly in qualifying, but I still think that Hamilton on an even keel is a faster race driver and right now he is very much “in the zone”. It is possible, of course, that the championship could be decided based on reliability but that was always the case so it’s not new. I think one does need to question a system when a driver can lose a title when he has 10 wins and the champion has five or six, but I guess we need to wait to see what happens in AbDab.
Anyway, the sun is shining on New York and even if traffic on Interstate 678 is slow, it is still a nice break from the machinations of F1 politics. And a change is as good as a rest… But you’re never too far from F1. In just passing Flushing Meadow where Bernie Ecclestone once wanted to turn into a race track in the style of Albert Park. I cannot now remember why it failed. We’re queuing now for the Long Island Expressway and I guess I could tell you stories of racing at Jericho 110 years ago when the inaugural Vanderbilt Cup event, the first major international road race in the United States, took place just up the road from here, in what I always think of as Gatsby Country. I could talk also of Roosevelt Field where Nuvolari won in 1936, on a track that curled around itself and which, fittingly, was used as the basis for the design at Interlagos.
Not today. One day when Fprmula 1 removes its head from the place where the sun don’t shine and does a deal to race at Port Imperial, I’ll do a piece about the great races in the Big Apple.
Ah, the Empire State Building stands before me. Time to enjoy New York.