Sunday was a day which started out with my phone waking me up at 5am. I set it to 6am so i could go on a pack ride with some mates to Mordialloc. So I slapped myself for forgetting daylight savings and went back to sleep. I get a call an hour later, and the pack is about to leave. I'm late. And still in bed. 50 minutes away from the meeting point.
I did end up with some extra sleep, but I did want to go for a ride. Oh well. To other news.
Despite being a born and bred Melburnian, last weekend, I finally popped my grand prix cherry. And it was better than i imagined.
Quietly impressed as a matter of fact.
I was stunned by the sheer speed of those sexy refined hunks of metal, and the noise was absolutely ear shattering, despite ear plugs! Yet I still saw almost half of the crowd not wearing earplugs. Not bursting my eardrums thankyou very much.
The poll position for bursting the eardrums though was the F18 fighter jet that glided through the sky like it was the biggest fish in the pond. Very impressive though. I can say that most people had sore necks from looking at that beast, but it was definately worth it.
I got a pretty sweet spot track side which I effortlessly filled up my camera with shots of the F1s. Had to get the token ferrari shot, along side the Red Bull car which looked great. I personally was most interested in the McLaren - that would definately be the design I would choose to cruise down chapel. Was very tired by the end of the day, I must have walked for over 4 hours, probably did 40,000+ steps.
Other highlights of the day included
- the skill and effortlessness of the roulettes
- the festival atmosphere of the crowds, and the buzz of crowds packed onto the hills
- barging and stampeding the security guards to break onto the grand prix track
- watching Dallas Crane and The Who blast Albert Park with their best 0fs
Photos to come.
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