The title is abroad because I am already inserted in the environment. Speaking of the environment, with the traces of waste that I've been seeing, there are many and varied passages that chose the Autodromo to inhabit.
But today was race day. I went early, once again for a ride with the family, and I was always walking. Entry without queues or problems (it seems there was blowtorches that went later, got bottled up and saw nothing).
I arrived at my seat and felt right away that it was a different day. Today the tension was felt. It was palpable. In other days, the thing was taken more in sports, but today it was serious.
The day started with the GT Cup Exhibition Race. Just like yesterday, John Shoffner (USA) and Janine Shoffner (UK) were running.
By name and because they are of some age, they must be husband and wife. Just like yesterday, they ran head-to-head, they were very aggressive, they overtook each other several times and she won. I don't know what it will be like at home, but in the end she gave him a hug.
In the next race, Sports Prototype Cup I had to go online to find out which flag was that, black and white, shown to two pilots. It was a warning for unsportsmanlike conduct.
But the animal that is Formula 1 was waking up. The noise, like the noise of a metallurgical factory, that was heard announced what was coming. Then came the introduction of the pilots, interviewed one by one in their pits.
Then the setting up for the “End Racism” event with all the riders lined up (some kneeling) on the track. Hamilton was out of step, because the t-shirt from him was different. His one said "Black Lives Matter."
The anthem was sung by Cuca Roseta in the form of fado, duly accompanied by guitar and viola. It was very emotional, with all the guys standing and applauding at the end.
Meanwhile, the workshops had been moved to the track. In a smaller format, with catering carts full of things to pamper the cars and the drivers alike. There were some who even had a few steps to climb (?!) to the cars.
The start was chilling. The first laps were very intense, with constant overtaking at more than 300 per hour on the finish line with the crowd cheering and clapping. The pilots didn't hear, but it was beautiful.
But the adrenaline was so high that I found myself shivering and chattering. This may sound corny, but when they made the first corner and there were no accidents, tears almost came to my eyes (Please forget about these last confessions).
After the first few laps, everything was back to normal. There they performed the choreography of changing the tires, creating some suspense as to whether there would be rain or not and, as is normal, won the Lewis Hamilton, breaking the record for F1 victories, thus surpassing Michael Schumacher. And it was nice to see him hug his father. There was a podium party, champagne and rockets in Portuguese colors.
The party was beautiful, man!
Final notes: I hadn't started the race yet and they were already dismantling the motor homes. When the celebrations were over, it was to see the teams tidying everything up, the cars covered, everything being boxed up to move on to the next race. And the joy of the stewards in the middle of the track, taking the family photo and jumping up and down, satisfied with the good work done. The return home was relatively quick, considering the number of cars parked there.
Until next year?
Author José Victorino is a Formula 1 fan
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