It was hot and hazy. And the University is at the top of the hill. And our dorm is at the top of the top of the hill. So we walked down the hill, got on the metro and went to the track. Montreal is pretty- I really liked it. The people, with the exception of the bastard cabby from the first night and the beeitch in the F1 shop who wouldn't lower her gouging prices after the race, were wonderful. And it didn't really matter that my French is pitiful- I tend to revert to an embarrasing combo of Russian, German, Spanish and idiocy when confronted with a foreign land. At least the volume of my voice doesn't go up to compensate...
Practice was wonderful. The cars are amazing. It's loud as hell, and the day was about 90 degrees, with around 70% humidity. But I wasn't complaining- it was just so much fun to see.
They also had other types of racing that weekend. We were able to see the pits for the other races- including a close-up look at a 53 Maserati that was driven up from LA with a team competing in the Ferrari Challenge. Lovely, lovely car, and great group of guys.
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