The Canadian Grand Prix Report – Day One

I realize I have not been around much lately, and I also realize I owe some of my regular readers a full account of the family trip to Disney World, and I promise I will get to that.  Soon.  Really.

But now, I am in Montreal for the Canadian Grand Prix!  Woo hoo!  I love the Canadian Grand Prix. Well, really I love them all, but I love this one the best because I am here!  The man is not attending this year so I sold his ticket and came anyway.

I arrived yesterday, and I don’t know what it is with me, but every time I come to Montreal I seem to get the one cab driver in the city that does not know where my hotel is.  Every.  Stinking.  Time.  This time the guy actually asked me if I was sure about the hotel address.  I showed it to him in to confirmation on my iPhone.  Stupidhead.

And so, today I wandered over to the track just in time for the first practice.  The seats are at the end of the hairpin, and they are really good, see:

As usual the seats are up high (row P) well out of the way of any possible flying debris.

Also, the Grand Prix is very glamorous:

I think this is a lot of empties for one o’clock in the afternoon, don’t you:

Wow, that really is a lot of empties.  And I’m sure there are more where that came from.  The weather was beautiful.  It was the kind of day where a beer for lunch sounds pretty good, if you are the kind of person who can drink in the sun in the middle of the day.  I am not that kind of person though so I didn’t have one.

One of the people sitting near me has an air-horn.  I strongly believe if you fire an air-horn in a crowd the people sitting around you should be able to hit you with sticks.  Those things are seriously obnoxious.  I hope it runs out soon.

I did some window-shopping but I have not purchased anything yet.  I already have two Alonso/Ferrari t-shirts, that is probably enough.  Unless of course I see another one that really knocks my socks off.

And finally, what is the best way to end a fabulous day at the track?  A nice big bowl of poutine:


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