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She's a beauty!


Virgin launched their car today, and without a shadow of a doubt, it's the best looking one so far. Unusually (in comparison with the other teams who have debuted their cars this week), they don't have that shark fin thing on the rear of the engine cover, and the nose is a lot more pointy. Yes, that is a technical term. Gorgeous livery too.

Pre-pre a go-go then!

First of the new entrants, Virgin haven't bothered with the old-fashioned methods and their car hasn't seen the inside of a wind tunnel, having been entirely designed using CFD (Computational Fluid Dynamics, or "How slippery and aerodynamic is our car then?" to you and me) on a particularly big laptop, or something. So predicting how they'll go is nigh-on impossible. So I won't try. Good luck to them though - I liked their press conference; all black leather jackets and jeans.

Timo Glock was pretty handy in the Toyota last year and raced well, when the car would let him. His career hasn't really gone anywhere yet though, and a move to a new team probably won't help much. I'm sure he'll race hard this year and might get a few surprises in here and there. The new point structure might allow him to grab a point here and there too.

Lucas di Grassi I hardly know at all. He was Renault Test Driver last year, and I think he was runner up in GP2 back in 07. Unknown quantity. Best of luck!

(Gary Moore is giving it some "After Hours" at the moment....)

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