I never thought I could both love and hate a video of an F1 at the same time. Totally ham fisted with zero mechanical sympathy. Just a rich man’s plaything riding along in a rich man’s plaything.

My dad did the same thing with his 64 Sting Ray Coupe when going to car shows. Me or my brother laid down in the back and the other sat in front. We’re talking late 90's/ early 00's. I’m not saying was right, but it didn’t feel wrong.

I see those fog lamps peeking out.