Blame it on the rain


“You're not going to have an easy job with the blog this weekend,” Alexa noted in passing when we spoke ahead of my flight to Brussels: when I asked her what she meant she would only state enigmatically that's I'd see when I got there. But Spa is always a bit difficult: it's in the middle of nowhere really, so it's not the easiest place to get to, and it always rains, but after a few trips there you just assume it won't be easy and just get on with things and hope for the best. And I still love

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A Saturday in Budapest


It's been a while since we last gave you an opportunity to take a look behind the curtains. So for the last post before the

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Everything changes


Back in the paddock in Budapest, and nothing much ever changes. After missing Hockenheim due to a maliciously timed explosive

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You keep me hanging on


I don't want to belabour the point, but maybe the Europeans are right. I was certainly starting to think so this morning

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Mustn't grumble


Silverstone is always a difficult weekend – I don't know why, but it always seems to work out that way. And the Europeans

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DP, (mega)phone home


Didier likes to find new and entertaining ways to annoy us all on a race weekend: well, if you're good at something you might

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Plane speaking


The more I think about it, the more I think we weren't supposed to come to Valencia. Initially it was almost impossible to

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