Imagine my surprise then to find out that the whole team had been billeted in a hostel in the Marseilles docklands and that we would be travelling to Monaco every day on a fleet of scooters. I don’t think it went down very well at the Amber Lounge Fashion Show when I showed up on a Honda 50 and then proceeded to walk down the catwalk with my jacket on back to front and wearing bicycle clips on my slacks.
Anyway, it was quite an exciting race, especially at the end where there was all that kerfuffle with the pit stops.
I didn’t really understand all the stuff that came out afterwards about having the wrong data and misreading the gaps etc but maybe all their screens had gone down or something, because from where I was sitting on the pit wall, watching the world feed, I could clearly see that neither Rosberg or Vettel were going anywhere near the pits. Maybe they just don’t like saying no to Lewis as he does tend to sulk a bit.
Anyway, I had plenty of time to really focus on watching the telly because for some odd reason both our cars stopped on lap two and both drivers just went him to their Monaco apartments. I asked the chief mechanic what the problem was and all he said was: “crap car, crap drivers, crap team”.
Well of course they are, this is the CR-AP 01 cars we ran last year after all. I don’t know, sometimes people just don’t understand Formula One at all do they!
