So today I started looking around to see what kind of work the fine fellows formerly covering Formula 1 on SPEED are up to. I’m a little disappointed there is no TV coverage of Jerez testing. I did find a few video clips, including this one that features Mr. Will Buxton at the Ferrari media event. Thank goodness they kept the SPEED broadcast team together…now if they would just put them on the channel!
With the British Grand Prix at Silverstone this weekend, the F1 teams, drivers, media, and fans are all abuzz. I think it’s obviously infested my subconscious brain quite well, as evidenced by a trip to the doctor today. There was a little issue with one of my cervical disks needing attention, and as such, there was cause to undergo a bit of anesthesia. Everything went well, thankyouverymuch, but one little thing slipped out as the doctors wheeled me out: I think I vaguely remember babbling something about Silverstone and F1 this weekend. Seriously, of all things to have a drug-induced chat over…it’s the Grand Prix.
For this weekend, considering my obviously weakened mental capacity, I made a genuine effort to fortify my knowledge of the sport by creating a bit of a “cheat-sheet.” Although I’d like to declare my forgetfulness as a temporary slip while under the effect of a powerful pharmaceutical, I’m willing to admit…I’m also getting a bit on in years, and a bit er…forgetful. Compounded with the fact that I’m a relatively new fan, this is definitely a needed resource.
2012 Formula 1 Cheat-sheet
Behold, the 2012 F1 Driver/Team Cheat-sheet (spreadsheet):
*note that each has two tabs; one is color, the other black/white.
If you find this useful, leave me a little comment below. Also, in the not-terribly-unlikely event that I have some incorrect information, please accept my apologies, and let me know. Cheers, and enjoy the 2012 Season!
I got behind the wheel at a very young age. My grandparents lived on a large farm in rural east Texas, and there was quite a cadre of motorized vehicles for getting around: three-wheel and four-wheel ATVs, dirt bikes, golf carts, go-carts, tractors, and a pickup truck. When it was time to go fishing, or hunting, or just shooting for sport, I’d beg for whatever gas-powered excitement was available. Eventually, by age 11 or 12, I was given the keys to the truck. All manner of dirt road hooning commenced immediately when I was out of audible and visible range of the grown-ups.
Now once I old enough to obtain a legal driver’s license, at the wizened age of 16, I pestered and bugged my folks enough to help me get a reasonably safe yet acceptably stylish car (a red 1985 Ford Mustang with 3.8L V6). I was working part-time and could afford the payments and gas, and they generously kept up my insurance on their policy. I wasn’t totally spoiled, you know.
With all of a full year of experience on the Texas highways and byways, I was ready to embark upon my first road trip: from Dallas to Houston. The page that follows tells of that eventful trip.
Yes, I think it’s totalled.
Hello, person (or robot).
If you are reading this, you already know who I am. You know what I do. You know where I live, and where I’m from.
I’m most likely to write about cars, Formula 1, other racing, other sports, technology, art, film, music, design, or whatever strikes me as relevant or interesting at any given moment. Results will vary.
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