It means nothing to me...

...ahhhhhh, Viennnnaaaaaa!!!!!

Sorry. Couldn't resist. First day of the new season's testing completed yesterday (I haven't seen the results for today yet. Give me a break!) and the fastest man out there was....

Massa in the Ferrari. He was followed by de la Rosa in the Sauber, then Schumacher in the Mercedes, Rosberg in the other Merc, Gary Paffet in, er, the McLaren (I think) then Barrichello in the Williams.

Interesting eh? Bearing in mind that they were mostly on shakedowns of the cars and could have been on any amount of fuel between none and a full race distance and it all becomes extremely muddy. Pedro in the Sauber 2nd?! Where were Hamilton and Button? Not driving, hence Paffet's presence in the car. A lot of the teams weren't there or didn't run, so... who knows.

It means nothing to me. Not yet anyway....

(Freak Out, man! Some psychedlia is wafting, like, through my mind tonight! I'm grooving to the 13th Floor Elevators and their, like, fab tune "Slip Inside This House". Yeah.)

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