I have to confess that I’d never really given
Formula One much attention...
...A dull, elitist sport wrapped up in obscene amounts
of money and annoying celebrities. Not even much ‘racing’ to be honest.
My middle brother is a bit of a fan however
and, seeing as all three of us brothers now inhabit far corners of the country
and rarely see each other, the idea of an annual motorsport jolly together came
into being a few years ago. We’ve done
F1, Touring Cars, Drag Racing and the Le
Mans Classic so far and are now dabbling with Moto GP,
driven partly by the increasingly steep price of F1 tickets.
My first trip to see F1 was Silverstone for the British GP
practice day a few years ago and involved an early start and a suicidally fast 150
mile ride on my R1 to Towcester to what has become our traditional rendezvous
at the Jack’s Hill transport café. I’d
got as much random motorsport attire hidden under my leathers as possible in an attempt to
look like a proper fan (although I probably stood out with my Isle of Man TT
and BSB gear!) and, sure enough, middle brother and little brother turned up
shortly afterwards looking the part too.
Big fry up, few mugs of tea, bit of excited
chatter and then we were off in convoy to the circuit!
My middle brother still remembers my first
experience of F1. After leaving the transport café we were sitting in the usual
queue on the A43 waiting to get into the circuit. I pulled up beside his car on the bike and
shouted excitedly, “Bloody hell, I can hear them from here!”
The amazing thing was that I was astride a
Yamaha R1, with a Micron race can, wearing a helmet and earplugs! So, yes,
quite a din.
The noise IS quite remarkable. There’s the
waaahhh, waaaahhhhh bit that you get on the telly except here it makes your
ears ring. You start off laughing at all the wimps wearing ear defenders and
earplugs but by the end of the day you really wish you had a pair too….
But then there are the apocalyptic pops and
bangs between gears and the craziest of Doppler shifts as the cars pass at 200
mph. Plus the smell of the exhaust… and
laughing when Michael Schumacher crashes right in front of you….
Squelch! Typical British Summer weather! |
Once you’re over the physical shock, you
start to notice the brightly coloured crash helmet bobbling about inside the
car. Blimey… that’s Jenson Button. Hey,
that’s Massa !
Something of the veneer falls away at this point and you see this mystical
sport for what it is. Massively hi tech cars, hugely expensive engineering and
just normal (albeit highly paid & talented) blokes driving them. For me at least, that was where I was changed
from being mildly irritated by F1 to being surprisingly intrigued by it. I’m a bit of a geek at heart although I think
I hide it quite well.
The thing you just don’t get watching the
telly is the physics-defying performance of the cars. Again, on my first trip
to Silverstone, we all stood on the corner at Copse which used to be at the end
of the old start finish straight. We heard the first car screaming towards us
off in the distance and then it came into view down the straight, probably
getting on towards 200 mph. It kept coming straight at us… and coming… I thought his brakes had failed (it was
Fernando Alonso IIRC) and I was within a millisecond of throwing myself to the
ground to take cover. The driver was clearly heading for a massive crash…
But with nothing but a slight lift of the
throttle, he just turned the wheel and the car remained glued to the track as
it swept around the corner. WTF! How the
bloody hell could it do that?
This is a clip in the pouring rain at the end of the Hangar Straight shot last week. Not surprisingly the drivers are tip-toeing around the circuit. You can see from the spray how hard the rear wing is working...
My favourite place to stand is on the
Maggot’s / Beckett’s complex on the far side of the circuit. Standing here you get the perfect F1
engineering experience and appreciate the forces the drivers have to put up
with. The cars scream in at 180 ish into
a slight left kink, then straight into a 90 degree right hander without
lifting, having taken most of the kerb. Immediately the cars flick into a 90
degree left hander, kerb hopping in the process, then braking hard for the
slightly more open right hander towards the Hangar straight.
Again, watching the cars tip in at that sort
of speed just defies the laws of physics. As a mere mortal, you can’t even
comprehend the car being able to stick. Then you have to imagine the poor
drivers going from 3 or 4 G one way, flicking to the other side, then braking
hard… Brutal. Just brutal.
Here’s a bit of a grainy clip taken at
Maggot’s during a slightly drier 2nd practice in 2013. Stood here for over 30 mins and was nearly deaf by the end!
Being an anoraky type, I quite enjoy
comparing the different car setups and driver techniques. Two cars in the same
team can behave differently – one more understeery, one with a softer back end
etc in response to driver technique. That’s another amazing thing – in spite of
the close convergence of all the engineering in all the cars of all the teams,
every driver has their own way of doing things. Some just chuck the cars in
almost rally style, setting it up slightly sideways before the apex while
others do it go kart style, nice and smooth. You can see why some drivers are
well known for looking after tyres and being so good in the wet while others
just break cars and are hooligans!!
F1 teams make a big thing about how
technology in the car gets filtered down to the average family car on the road
which is fair enough, but I think the most interesting legacy recently is how
the F1 pit stop has been an inspiration for huge improvements to train
punctuality and, bizarrely, dramatically reducing mistakes in hospital
operating theatres!
My mum just had a new hip so, probably thanks
to F1, she can be fairly confident she’s not walking around with a pair of
forceps still inside her!
So, it may be dull but as an audio / visual
experience and an engineering masterclass, it’s well worth a look!
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