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New Ferrari! Kind of!

So, here it is then! The shiny new Ferrari, in all it's red-painted, not-sponsored-by-a-fag-company-really, Italian glory.

Launched yesterday, Stefano Niceguyicali, Monobrow and that other driver bloke, along with that smooth 70's geezer (Luca di Grumpizemelo) said all the usual stuff about how they musn't make the same mistakes as before, how the car had surpassed their projections already, they're looking forward to the new season, determined to win, blah blah blah.

Wouldn't it be nice if di Grumpizemelo has just stood there for a few seconds, staring at the drivers, then simply said "Win. Or I will have you killed." Much more effective.

Or Massa said "yeah, I was a bit crap last year you know? But I'm not taking any team-orders nonsense this year. You can sod right off".

And Alonso added "If there's any more tactical cock-ups like that one that got me stuck behind Petrov, I'm off. Red Bull want me you know? Sort yourselves out."

They didn't though (more's the pity). Mind you, Ferrari's new car was only partially that anyway. It seems their rear suspension is a bit old-fashioned, and might just be there to fool the other teams into thinking they've failed to keep up. Or even more likely, to stop the others copying them. The team have even said the car will be quite different before the season starts.

Bluff? We'll find out soon.

New car launches galore on Monday, before the testing starts in Valencia on Tuesday. Fantabulous!

(Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers' "Anthology Through The Years" is testing the Teac speakers this-afternoon at Jenwis Towers. Nice.)

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