The weekend of 17, 18 November was the penultimate F-1 Grand Prix of 2012 held in Austin, Texas. My friend Dave who lives in Austin had secured some tickets and since I had always wanted to go to an F-1 event I splurged on a weekend pass for the three days (Friday practice, Saturday practice and qualifying, and the race on Sunday).
View of Track from the top of the tower |
My outbound trip was not that smooth, I missed a connection in Denver that necessitated a diversion through Houston and a late arrival in Austin. As a result I missed the Friday practice session. Nevertheless I did get into Austin on Friday night and had the pleasure of seeing the finishing touches being applied to my friend Dave’s new house on Lake Travis. It was the first night they had stayed in the house and things were a hive of activity getting ready for guests on that first night.
On Saturday morning we went out to the track for the qualifying sessions. Dave had a friend who put together a bus to take about 25 of us out to the track. That was the nice and relaxing way to do it and we didn’t have to worry about driving and parking.
Looking down to Pit Lane from Turn 1 |
We parked ourselves at Turn 1 for the first qualifying. An impressive tight turn at the top of a hill where they slow from 200 Km/hr to next to nothing (or so it seems) to make the corner. For the second and third qualifying sessions I went to our seats in the Grandstand area - across from the pits and on a high speed straightaway
Its all very exciting stuff - the kind that makes shivers go down your spine - the speed, the noise, the technology.... wonderful stuff. Of course, I soon realized I had no clue which car was which - all the Red Bulls and Toro Rossos looked the same, I couldn’t even differentiate the Ferraris. I had to brush up on the car’s livery and then figure out that a color coding on the camera on top of the car identifies the different drivers on the same team.
Qualifying looked a piece of cake for Vettel and the Red Bulls, though Hamilton did squeeze in between Vettel and Webber for second place on the starting grid.
That night we were joined by a couple more old friends from the late 70’s when we were all working together in Sacramento. We had Dave Close (our host), Dave Vaughan (from Sacramento), Mike Meadows (from Houston), Geoff Stephenson (now in Austin) and myself - five old geezers reminiscing about the old days and the good times we had.
Dave Close, Mike Meadows, Dave Vaughan |
It was amazing to see we had protesters picketing outside of the entrance. The infamous Westboro Baptist Church had decided that the worshippers of F1 race car drivers are evil and will go to hell. They had all sorts of hateful placards on the road to the track. Still I suppose that’s better than what they are more notorious for - the picketing of US soldiers funerals.
One of the Red Bulls - Vettel or Webber |
Vettel flying by our seats |
My final challenge of the weekend was to find my ride to the airport. Since it was expected to be a slow exit and since the bus was not going to the airport, I had arranged for another friend to take me there. All well and good, but where was this person - he wasn’t sitting with us and there were 120,000 people there all rushing for the same exits. Cell service was so overloaded calls were not going through, texts were taking ages to get through. I had abandoned the bus way out and now couldn’t find my friend. That caused me some anxiety, until we finally made phone contact and were able to guide each other to a rendezvous.
All in all a great weekend. And while watching a race on the TV is the best way of seeing everything and receiving expert commentary, being there was pretty exciting.
As usual here are some more photos.
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