An invitation to the Hungaroring. An old but cleverly tuned Honda Civic to drive. A mixer friend's birthday the night before. The recipe for my first drive at a Formula-1 track.
There really is nothing like the glory of changing weather conditions for sprinkling fairy dust on a Grand Prix. A shot of rain on a cool day was enough to turn the tedium of the Hungaroring into a sparkling race to remember. It also didn’t hurt to have the sultan of capricious weather on the grid, hungry for a win. …
To the untrained eye this is nothing but 10% of a car. To the petrolhead eye, however, it’s a glint of power bulge beneath which lurks something magnificent.
This is the pit area of the Hungaroring in the Budapest suburbs, photographed on a track day one week after the Hungarian Grand Prix. That’s a ton of super-soft racing rubber. (Photo Credit: miki3d)