Maxrally
“Do you feel lucky punk? Well, do you?” That’s a line we’ve got to thank Dirty Harry for (we’re talking Clint Eastwood here, not Rovanpera) but anybody feeling particularly fortunate would do well to get down to the betting shop sooner rather than later, if they want to wager on who’s going to win the WRC this year.
Alexandre sat on the pavement in Mulhouse. Sulking. Seriously sulking. I only know his name because of his parents continued efforts to coax him into turning around and watching.
The World Rally Championship is heading towards another strong era as the number of manufacturers begins to build with the inclusion of Mini in this year’s series and Volkswagen confirmed for the future.
It’s been 818 days and 27 rallies since the greatest driver in the history of the FIA World Rally Championship hasn’t scored a point in the drivers’ championship.
There are two words, which when combined, are guaranteed to strike fear into the heart of any right-thinking person, and these are “health” and “safety”. Along with “company policy”, they are the last bastion of the intellectually deprived: convenient catch-all substitutes for the truthful response of “I am far too stupid to think of the right answer.”
You have to feel slightly concerned about any airline whose motto is ‘the Atlantic and you’.
The world is full of strange collectors. Most of the time it’s just innocent fun, apart from the small band of psychopaths who mostly collect body parts.
Is anybody else slightly bored of hearing about split times? Of course they provide plenty more information and a way for the very impatient to discover who is likely to win a stage before the thing actually finishes (not to mention more red and green lights on the official computer screens than a traffic light factory) but are they actually fever?
