Sadly, he’s adopted that pronunciation himself, perhaps to avoid confusion when he was growing up in Australia. I hate that and pronounce it in the correct Italian way myself but it’s how it is unfortunately. I worked with an Australian friend with an Italian surname who also “Anglicized” the pronunciation of his name…

Tire degradation was also a factor. Both Vettel and Hamilton had serious graining issues on their tires, which is part of what allowed Ricciardo to stay ahead, and finish 8 seconds ahead of Vettel.

Thoroughly normal Monaco race.

I love Riccardo but that result is more an indictment against fucking Monaco than a testament to his driving skills. They finished as they started.

Ive been looking at these for a while. Absolutely gorgeous.

At highway speeds, nonetheless. Hard to wrap your head around the precision.

Look up Afghanistan and Iran in the 1950s-60s. They’ve literally regressed centuries in the past 50 years.

Brazilian here. Some corrections are in order:

Fun Fact:

Watching these overgrown golf carts whirring around the track is so boring. So quiet, so utterly lacking in any drama. After five minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore and changed the channel.

I don’t have the power to permanently ungrey you, but at least can give this post a star.

June 1966. My 14th birthday was coming up. My day told me to get ready for a trip. Mom has packed some food for us. We drove to the Army post and border a Special Sevices bus with a group of GI’s.

This one is easy (it’s a bit left-field so bear with me) :

It was 1971, I was four and about to be James Garners co-driver. My dad was racing in the Mexican 1000 and had met Garner in a previous race. I was introduced to him and put on the hood of his Grabber Olds. On the fly he and my dad concocted a story that Garner’s co-driver hadn’t shown up and I was going to have to…

In some alternate universe, a smarter, sexier version of me drives a silver GTV6 that he’s had forever. Real me listened to the naysayers who told me an Alfa would only break my heart, and didn’t buy it...

That’s the bearded woman of the automotive Barnum circus.

Kill it with fire.