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Toro Rosso - why?

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I still don't know what the point of the Toro Rosso team is. I guess Red Bull can pinch any useful ideas or data from them, but it would seem to be a rather expensive way of improving your car. The similar colour scheme is always a headache too.

Their new car, launched earlier this week, looks fine and it's good to have as many teams as possible on the grid. Their problem now is that, with three new teams in the sport last year finding their feet, its quite possible they could be caught and overtaken by one or more of them this season.  I know they came from the remnants of the old Minardi squad, but winding up at the back of the field with HRT probably won't be a good thing.

The concept that they are a team where the Red Bull driver programme can get its young drivers up to speed doesn't seem particularly valid either.

In Jaime Alguersuari and Sebastien Buemi they have two drivers with a moderate amount of experience, but neither has really made much of a name for themselves so far.

Another tricky season beckons, with their final ranking possibly having two digits this year. It's tough at the top.

(Now listening to the ever-brilliant Johnny Walker's "Sounds of the 70's" show on Radio 2.)
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