I have to admit I do keep a dead Old World Swallowtail in a box. I found it on a sidewalk in Bethesda, MD, when I was interning for the NIH a long, long time ago.
There has been talk of the BBC offering its programming outside the UK for a fee, but the BBC being its glacial, bureaucratic self, this will obviously not happen before Sky takes over for next year’s F1 broadcasts. Sure, the BBC will get half the races, but that’s no way to watch an F1 season. It’s incredibly sad: the BBC’s coverage is fabulous, like a live version of Top Gear.
This car is a bit of a legend in Hungary’s mad automotive underworld. It’s called The Nose, it was build of half a Trabant and half a shopping cart, and this other video shows what it does to its occupants:
Well—the DRS zone was up there and people were passing each other all the time, but none of those passes mattered ultimately, and there was plenty of real passing in other parts of the circuit. So I took it as more of a TV-happy sideshow. It certainly didn’t bother me to the extent that DRS bothered me in the Malaysia, China and Turkey races.
Yeah, all of our galleries default to 16:9. Expanding them will reveal all if they’re of a different aspect ratio. I usually crop images to be 16:9 but some of these couldn’t be helped.
Oh, Bumblebee. Her real name was Phyllis. Here she is parked outside a Starbucks on Woodward, while Mr. Wert, Mr. Krewson and I were inside, thinking about the world’s largest cupcake. If I remember correctly.
Not this book, no. I’m about to read the book that describes the previous leg of their trip, a big loop from Buenos Aires to Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay. Maybe they have some details there.
They do describe their efforts in Přes Kordillery to keep the suspension intact, using the only slightly broken pieces to replace the very broken ones. At the point they do their final major repair, pictured in the post, the front suspension is a mess of broken spring. They had new ones shipped to Lima.
Whoa! Don’t worry though, Hungary is just like Italy when it comes to internal politics, especially these days. All we lack is the, well, the clothes, the great food, and the Formula One team.