Aehso’s Output

Melbourne GP - Race Day.

Up earlish and off into the track for the main event. They put on a good show during the build up (jet fighter aerial displays, drivers parade, Fosters girls hmmmm) and then it’s time for the race.

Ralf Schumacher takes an instant dislike to driving around other cars and decides to try going over Barachello’s Ferarri without anyone noticing on the first corner. Of course, we did, as did Barachello and about 10 other cars behind them who crashed into each other while all saying “What the f—” at the same time. Mind you the sound of the 120,000 in the crowd saying the same thing is something I’ll never forget!

The race continues and for a while we get a great look at Schuey and Montoya ,(’The Monster’) rubbing wheels (or as the commentator was fond of telling us “applying the blowtorch!!!!???”) with each other. Schuey gets past the young pretender and disappears into the lead for the rest of the race. However, the crowd forgets about him when the hear that there’s a ‘bloody aussie’ in 5th place. Yes, rookie Mark Webber is in the points for Minardi, of all teams (even Jordan are out of the race at this stage much to my disgust). Schuey wins and Webber manages to finish 5th and the Aussie fans go mad. While there’s a decent crowd outside the podium for the presentation, there’s a bigger crowd outside the Minardi pits adoring their new hero. We were stuck in the stands wondering which way to go and then decided to stay where we were and watch both parties. Impressive and a great end to the weekends racing.


To celebrate Webber’s triumph in our own way we immediately head to an Irish bar called “The Irish Times” on Little Collins Street which I can now highly recommend. This is where the session that was threatening to happen all weekend finally took off. God knows how many pint of Stella and Bourbons later we’re upstairs in the pub watching a U2 tribute band featuring a lead singer who suffers from a serious identity crisis - this bloke thinks he is Bono (Kieran you would have loved him). He’s got it all, the gear, the hair, the attitude but he’s about 4″ too tall. Me thinks he wouldn’t hesitate to chop his feet off if he thought it’d make his act more convincing but I decide not to suggest it to him in case he tries it there and then. And that’s about all I can remember.

We’re lost but do we care?! Oh, I do remember that we walked around for a while looking for my sisters house and after successfully opening the gate we proceeded to the beer fridge for a night cap before hitting the kids trampolene as all grown ups do at 3am after a session.

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