THE RED BULL SMASH

It was not only exciting but also an unforgettable F1 race of my life. The date was 30^th May 2010. Yes! It was the Turkish Grand Prix 2010. The day happened to be a Sunday. We heftily bribed our office boy with a fortune, to allow us take the projector along with us on the Friday night. It was decided to enjoy each and every passing moment of the race as our reputation and job were at stake. We emptied the refrigerator and stuffed beer in it. We were all set!

The cheer girls in red hot pants with tank tops and red shades were so appealing on the projector screen that I decided to watch ‘’The making of Kingfisher Calendar” next, if I’m spared and not fired for watching this race on an office projector, unofficially.

It was a great start from the Red Bulls but Hamilton aggressive as ever, re-took Vettel and moved back into second. Schumacher got the jump on Button. The whole ambiance was mesmerising and I was regretting that I couldn’t witness it live, sitting beside the track. It requires balls to drive @ 320KMPH and guts to withstand the thrill of watching it live, sitting at the gallery along the tracks.

                                           

Vettel had managed to jump Hamilton to take second. After being involved on the projector screen for 40 laps, gulping down five pints and heart beats synchronized & vroooooomified with the woofers, we witnessed something unbelievable. VETTEL crashed with his own team-mate! AMAZING!  The crash almost blew off my room’s roof, with its sound effect. I was sure that the neighbours would have prepared a long list of grievances to be presented before the landlord.

                                          

Vettal furiously gestured, “Have you gone nuts?” and walked away. At this point we felt the excitement was all over. However, it was Hamilton’s turn next. After a while, we saw Vettel on the Red Bull pit wall. He was hanging around with arms around the shoulder of his mates. Hamilton won the race from Button, but the main talking point was the Red Bull crash.

It was eight in the evening and we packed up. We packed up to start for an early office on Monday so that projector would be placed back at its original location. Next day we were back with the Monday morning blues but till date, mention of the office projector gives tickles in our belly. The Turkish Grand Prix was an epic drama we ever witnessed.