I was perched on the edge of my couch in the wee hours, 6 laps remained and I begged, pleaded, wanted Kimi to duck in to the pits to patch up his rubber-spitting tyre but on he sped, rattling the frame of his McLaren. A minute to go, the final lap, the wheel broke off and threw itself around Kimi’s helmet on the end of it’s tether, the car span, flew through the gravel and cushioned up against a wall. I hung up my cap and cushioned my head to bed with a heavy heart.
Hey dude, what a pretty fucked race, unless you’re french or a spaniard or both. Actually did meet our new nieghbour on wed. night? She is both, anyway, I digress.
Everyone around me is now convinced it cant be too much longer before the axe falls on M.Webber’s neck. Maybe in light of some Citroen rally driver getting the sack last weekend, a trend may ensue. I dont know, I dont really wanna think about it either.
Toyota’s couldnt hack the pace either, preferred to play in the sandpit instead. Fuck.
Hey how good was that chick who came 4th in the Indy500.
Go the chicks.