It’s unbelievable, and goes against everything I’ve ever stood for as an educated member of civilized society: I am excited for a car race.
I can’t wait, despite being completely ignorant about Formula 1. In fact, here is the entire compendium of my knowledge of the sport:
Things I Know About F1
|1||Approximately half of the drivers are named Rikkïï Hikkööniken.|
|2||The cars a bit more cool-looking than those of NASCAR.|
|3||One of the best drivers is black, and he has to put up with a lot of racism.|
|4||Red Bull has a team. They don’t have wings.|
|5||Car go fast VROOM|
That’s it! The extent of my knowledge.
The most likely reason for my giddy state is that excitement is contagious, and all Valencia is excited about the European Grand Prix. It’s the only topic of conversation in the cafés, there are F1 paraphernalia and information stands in all the main city shops & squares, hordes of fans have invaded, and everyone just seems geared up. By most accounts, the unique race track at the harbor is a great one, which should offer the opportunity for a lot of drama. And it’s great to see the city, still unaccountably over-looked as a tourist destination, in the limelight.