Three weeks late we were in getting the celebration under way, but so big was the number that a bit of rounding error was more than tolerable. The Williams boys had hit 30!

F1 Sunday had a weird feel to it- the twilight race somehow didn’t feel right but we were there anyway to see the fugly new 2012 cars.

Not even a week had gone by since I had driven my first V8 that the opportunity came up to give Yogen’s worked R8 a bash. It was an F1 weekend, and I was up early on Saturday morning in Melbourne about to dump the clutch on the HSV.