Author: Peter Goodman
On Friday 7 July it was time for my annual business trip to Silverstone for the Grand Prix and supporting races. The weekend always starts the same way. Before I can go to Silverstone I have to go elsewhere to collect my passes. Sometimes this can involve a trip as far north as Coventry but, on this occasion, I was lucky. My passes were in a hotel in Northampton, less than 20 miles from the circuit.
The journey, I’m very pleased to say, was uneventful. I had a parking place inside the track. This is great in two ways, firstly it means that you can drive nearly the whole way to the Paddock and secondly you can feel very self important and smug, especially if the weather is bad. On the other hand, as many self important people discover each year, it can be a nightmare trying to leave the circuit.
Upon arrival I went to the GP2 hospitality complex and, to cut a long story short, spent most of the day there. The weather in Silverstone, on Friday 7 July was awful. Enough sunny intervals to encourage the unwary to venture out followed by a summer’s worth of sharp summer downpours. The TV screens showed many pictures of poor unfortunates, either with no umbrella or a demolished umbrella, bravely watching the cars, or were they boats, standing on one of Silverstone’s many uncovered grassy (muddy) banks.
After 5-6 hours in the hospitality area discussing international motorsport with the denizens of GP2 it was time to visit the F1 paddock. It’s perhaps worth mentioning that GP2 is far more cosmopolitan than F1. In F1 nearly all of the teams are English, whereas GP2 is a good mix of British, French, Italian and German. This year Silverstone has a new F1 paddock (GP2 was in the old F1 paddock) and it seemed that most of the teams had new hospitality buildings, once called motor homes but now something out of a science fiction movie. It was the usual scene. A few lucky punters, who had somehow gained entry, showing their total lack of cool by walking up and down the Paddock looking for celebrities. Occasionally a race driver or a famous engineer would make an appearance, be mobbed by these people and retire back to their space craft swearing never to come out again. Incidentally, a word of advice from an experienced Paddock person – if you want to see somebody really famous like Rihanna or Nicole Scherzinger you have to be there early or stay really late. Autographs? Forget it!
Against this background I had a fairly tense meeting with a famous team owner and my client. It’s the usual thing. Brilliant young driver, experienced old team owner and a game of double bluff. Who will win? Watch for this blog next year.
Then followed brief but pleasant social visits to Williams, Force India and Red Bull catching up with longstanding colleagues and then it was time to get back to the car.
I finally got away just before 7pm and it was back to St Albans, not an easy journey. Firstly big queues out of the circuit – yes at 7pm on the Friday night, followed by fun and games through the road works on the M1.
The next day it was back to Silverstone for a non business day. I had only two tasks and both were pleasurable. Watching Paul di Resta in F1 qualifying and then watching the GP2 race. I had the usual dilemma – do you go early or late? Late is a big gamble but, in theory a great idea. As usual I didn’t have the nerve to go late and arrived at the circuit before 9.30.
Most of Saturday was like Friday all over again and like countless days spent as such places as Charlotte, Monaco, Monza, Indianapolis, Long Beach, Barcelona, Daytona and an endless list of seemingly exotic locations that are essentially the same place. One paddock is much the same as another and one hospitality area, once you’re inside, is much the same as the rest. The weather was a little better and there were more people about. Otherwise all looked exactly the same. The picture on the TV screen wasn’t great and at one point I got very excited when I thought that Alonso (Alo) was about to be eliminated in round one of qualifying when, in fact, it was Alguersuari (Alg).
Immediately after this came, for me, the highlight of the weekend. I had the right passes for a trip to the new pits at Silverstone and to be on the grid for the GP2 race. It’s great to be on the grid. You can get a good look at the cars and the drivers being prepared for the race plus that hopeful feeling that the eyes of the world are on you. Tiring quickly of the cars and drivers I noticed that there was an extremely attractive track marshal standing near my client’s car so I went up to her and said “It’s my first time on this grid.” “Yes”, she said “it’s everybody’s first time on this grid. It’s not been used before.” At this moment I felt elated and stupid at the same time. The various buzzers sounded and it was time to get off the grid before the race started and I walked back to my car watching the cars whiz by me as they did. I managed to leave the circuit by 4.30 and was rewarded with a swift journey home.
Sunday? I watched the race on TV like every other sensible person.
© SA LAW 2011
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