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Goddammit. I'd written a witty, clever and frankly pretty bloody good blog post on the subject you're about to read, when Internet explorer (destroyer would be more appropriate) bombed and lost it all.

As you're well aware, you can never write anything nearly as well the second time. Pah! I was all cheerful to. Now I'm grumpy again. Situation normal, then.

In around 11 hours time, the wait is over and F1 cars finally hit the track for first practice ahead of Sunday's first race in Bahrain.

24 drivers, 12 teams and this lot await you. If you haven't already watched the five season preview video's on the BBC F1 website, get over there now. It's like being up the pub with your mates, including cheeky mickey-taking and the opinionated shouty one that everyone puts up with because of his girly laugh. Oh, and they talk about F1 a bit too. I haven't laughed that much at sports coverage... er, ever.

And what a great season we've got coming up too. Probably the most unpredictable in years, with anyone of the top 5 or 6 teams in with a shout of race wins.

As for the drivers, well, we’ve got 4 World Champions and the mouth watering prospect of all sorts of rivalries, including Hamilton vs Button, Hamilton vs Alonso, Alonso vs Massa, Alonso vs Schumacher, Schumacher vs Hamilton and Kobayashi vs everyone, including you, me and some guy on the A6 he’s never even met.

If you've entered FF1 this season, then welcome to the blog. Feel free to leave a comment should you so desire. If you're here for any other reason... hello!

So bag your place on the sofa, sit back and enjoy F1 2010. I think it’s going to be great.

(Grumpy F1 post number 100(b) typed to the tune of “Why Not Me” by the Judds.)

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