After a winter off-season extended by the cancellation of the Bahrain Grand Prix, Formula One finally returned on a windy autumn afternoon in Melbourne. Four months without a Grand Prix, it would have been a fun race even if it weren’t fun. But it was fun. Warning: spoilers.
It’s easy to be the first Grand Prix of the year. The track can be Tilke-dull. The racing can be more processional than a royal funeral. The established order can change or not change. And it will not matter at all because the first Grand Prix of the year generally coincides with the coming of spring in the Northern Hemisphere and it finally puts an end to all the rumors, testing, guesswork, more testing, promising concepts, hopeless concepts, and increasingly desperate PR events that make up the winter off-season. The racing cars are back! They make volumes of noise! Fernando Alonso is still mean and sulking! It’s such a relief, really.