Canadian F1 Gran Prix 2017…


Since the early 90’s I have been watching NASCAR, INDY CAR, and F1 before I even fully understood what was going on. I had dreamed of becoming a race car driver but my family laughed me to scorn. Saturday nights my father would take us to the local dirt track and we would stand outside the fence and watch the sprint cars go to town. As I grew older I dreamed of watching the pinacle of racing live and direct, F1. The Circuit Gilles Villeneuve is one of my favorite F1 tracks because of the high speed and heavy breaking.

Some amazing races and breath taking crashes have happened here, making it always an exciting race to watch.

Montreal as a city is a place I would never visit if it weren’t for the circuit. Rude citizens coupled with a constant cloud of dust and grime from endless construction make the city Continue reading

Street Dreams Part 3 Cars and Castles…

After reluctantly turning in the car and checking out of my hotel I had a few hours to kill. Perfect.

Even before reaching the town of Nurburg I spotted a castle standing taller than any structure placed dominantly on the top of a small mountain, and I made a mental note to check it out before I left.

Once again I bundled up and started walking. As I walked through the small village I spotted a few cars I had seen playing on the track earlier that day.

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Street Dreams Part 2 / Rent4Ring…

…As I rounded the final corner I kicked the clutch and laid flat on the gas. I left a long trail of smoke as I sped onto the long back straight.

I had done it. Sub 10 minutes is a trophy many reach for only to realize their arms are too short. Not only had I done a sub 10, but I did it on my first day at The Ring. as I pulled into the lot near the start women cheered and clamored to the window of the Lambo as men stood on the hoods of their cars in a standing ovation…

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Street Dreams Part 1…

What kid didn’t want to be a race car driver at some point in life?
Aside from kids like Boy George and Waka Flaka, regular kids.
I know I did. I used to go to bed with little toy cars under my pillow so I could play with them if I woke up in the middle of the night.

I must admit I never grew up, hence that dream is still alive and kicking today. Every ocupation, interest, discipline in life has an ultimate, a culmination, a mecca. For little 10 year old kids that want to race that mecca without contest is The Nurburgring.

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