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GP Week : Issue 55
were new hotels, a new arena, new shops, new restaurants, and a bloody great rollercoaster. “Now this is what Silverstone needs to do,”we joked. But we sort of meant it. It was massively impressive, and the finishing touches were still being put onto the venue by the time we arrived. The same could not be said of our accommodation. A new park full of apartments with a buzzing hub of restaurants was what we had been promised. It was, instead, a building site. The mini shop did at least have a plentiful supply of beer and Pringles, and the house itself, while sitting in the middle of a bomb site, was beautifully finished inside. Open plan living and big leather sofas. Now this was a road trip and a half! The guys at the Nürburgring had, however, built a huge restaurant and bar area next to the track. We opted for the Steakhouse, beautifully named for the great Juan-Manuel Fangio as “El Chueco,”which was the Argentine legend’s nickname ... meaning ‘bandy legs.’ They’d also built an amazing arena in the middle of the resort which hosted the WBA Middleweight championship fight on Saturday night. We sat down with Alan Baldwin (Reuters), Byron Young (The Mirror) and Ian Parkes (PA), who all know a thing or two about boxing, for what was my first live fight. And what a rush! The wrong guy was declared the winner, of that we pretty much all agreed, but it had been a hoot. We arrived back at the track on Sunday to have a very random flashback moment as David Coulthard was getting settled into his 1998 McLaren. It was for the Mercedes demo later in the day but was a bit of a surreal moment. On entering the media centre we found Tom Clarkson, a fellow journo, who had missed the boxing to run around the Nordschleiffe! All 21 km of it, the 3 DAY 4 : Boxing nutter. But he was still alive. He’d told me he was going to run it during a Ferrari dinner earlier in the weekend, but I honestly had thought it had been the red wine talking. Turns out Tom was sober ... in preparation for the run no less! And with Mark Webber’s epic first win, we retired to the apartment for one last night. Only we didn’t. Adam decided to drive himself to Munich to see some friends while I put the finishing touches to GPWeek. Come lunchtime on Monday, Adam was back in Nürburg and off we departed for the long ride home. In total, we’d used three tanks of petrol and had a hell of a laugh. Much cheaper than flying, and an awful lot more fun. Along the way we’d visited racing circuits and spent time with friends we hadn’t seen in ages, been to a boxing match and experienced a piece of steak from Fangio’s bandy legs. Credit crunch road trips. They’re what F1 should be about. Don’t worry about the preparation – just get out there. The more random and unexpected the journey, the better the overall result. Try it yourself. With Spa around the corner in 2009, there’s no better time. DAY 4 : The arena at night DAY 5 : The view