I watched a Formula 1 event all the way through from qualifying to the end of the race this weekend. And I enjoyed it.
Sport on TV is a funny thing. Lots of people watch it, yet sitting staring at it on TV seems to somewhat defeat the object – particularly when it comes to physical activities that anyone could have a go at, like football. Admittedly, your average lads’ kickabout in the park doesn’t have quite the finesse of a Premiership match, but at least you don’t have ten thousand braying idiots in the crowd to contend with.
I’ve always had a certain interest in motorsport, though. I wouldn’t call myself a petrolhead by any means since as far as I’m concerned, cars run on black magic. But I appreciate the aesthetic of a nice car, I enjoy driving and I’ve always enjoyed the vicarious thrill of a driving game on the consoles, particularly as they have got more and more realistic over the years. Formula 1 is motorsport taken to its natural extreme, and to watch it on TV is probably as close as most of us will ever get to actually taking part in it.
Critics of the sport say “it’s just people going around in circles”. To them I say “No! NASCAR is going around in circles. Formula 1 has wiggly bits.”
Yes, most motorsport by its very nature involves completing circuits. And the competitive nature of racing teams sometimes means that the cars are so evenly matched that it’s very difficult – if not impossible – for any overtaking to happen, barring driver error. However, today I saw that this is clearly not the case. Firstly, the qualifying sessions were done with the cars optimised for getting the fastest possible lap times. That means minimal fuel and the best tyres for the job. The race itself, though, demanded that 1) the cars be fully laden with fuel and 2) they started on the set of tyres they qualified on. This meant that success in qualifying was by no means a guarantee of success in the race itself – and indeed, the first few laps of the race were a good five seconds slower than the fastest qualifying laps thanks to the extra weight of the full petrol tank, meaning that as the race progressed, any slight differences in weight between the cars could mean the difference between holding on to a position and losing it to someone slightly lighter.
Where things got interesting was, inevitably, when things started to go wrong. Sebastian Vettel, the German driver for the Red Bull team who took Pole in qualifying, had his car develop some sort of difficulty partway through the race, meaning that his comfortable lead he had built up for many, many laps suddenly disappeared and eventually he dropped way back into fourth position. That must have been heartbreaking, but damn, if it didn’t make it interesting to watch as he struggled to maintain his lead with two Ferraris snapping at his heels like angry red dogs.
There have been criticisms of this year’s new rules in F1. I haven’t followed the sport enough to know quite how much difference they will make, but I’ll be interested to see how the season develops. I’m also secretly satisfied I’ve found a sport I’m happy to sit and watch on the TV and will be able to talk about with other people. My long-standing distaste for football means I’m often left out of sporty conversations – as at times here in the UK, it feels like there is no other sport – but I know for a fact that at least a few friends and acquaintances follow F1. Plus if I want to be all nationalistic about it, I only have two names to remember instead of the bajillion monosyllabic gorillas that make up the England football team.
Anyway. Today’s Grand Prix was most enjoyable. I’ll be in the States while the Aussie one is on, but I feel that I’ll be following this season with some interest now.