Webbo's Spanish Stroll

Wow. He made that look easy, didn't he?

After dominating qualifying on Saturday, Webber managed to get a great start in the Spanish GP and avoid being overtaken by Vettel and assorted McLaren's and Ferrari's. He maintained a small margin until the first round of pit-stops, then gently eased away. No dramas. No mistakes. No problems. Easy win (if there ever really is such a thing in F1). Meanwhile, Vettel struggled with a pit stop problem that let Hamilton through into second, then brake issues that eventually led to the team telling him that the situation was "critical". He was heading for a disappointing 4th when Hamilton suffered a major tyre blowout and said "hello" to a tyre barrier, giving Alonso second and Seb 3rd. Jenson Button spent most of the race trying to overtake an improved Schumacher, but all things are relative. Improved merely meant better than in previous races, not better that most other drivers. Still, 4th is a bit more like the Michael of old. Podium in Monaco, maybe?

Massa seems to be faltering under the onslaught of Fernando and only managed 6th. Sutil, Kubica, a feisty Barrichello and a nippy drive by Alguersuari at his home GP rounded out the top 10.

Not the most thrilling of races... but we're only 7 days from Monaco. And this year there are 24 cars, and some of them are pretty slow and inexperienced. Crashes? Red flags? Front runners getting blocked by back-markers? Random positions in qualifying due to traffic? RAIN?!

Shame I won't be at home to see it ;-(

(Tonight I'm a bit ambient: Tangering Dream's "Rockoon" from 92. Synthtastic.)

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