I’ll remember it for as long as I live. I was 18 years old and my dad and I were attending our first Formula One race in the flesh. We arrived at Indianapolis motor speedway just prior to the start of free practice 1 on Friday in 2005. Walking up the tall metal stairs on back side of the enormous grandstand, I heard it for the first time. The sound was a screaming V10 engine off in the distance. A high pitched wail that was quickly getting louder, and sharper with each passin

“Nothing Comes Close.” That is the Singapore Grand Prix marketing tag line. And they could not be more right in any single way. I’m standing behind the catch fence of turn 19…just as the cars exit the tunnel. It’s Q3 of qualifying and the top 10 cars are making their way around track. You can hear the wail of the engines behind me in the distance and it slowly gets louder and more defined. Listening to the engine, you can hear who is on a warm up lap and who is on their final

When the average American is asked what Formula One is, the general response is something along the lines of…” Yeah. Fast, strange looking cars that run in the Indy 500 right?” Wrong. “Ok, what makes it different?” “Just trust me. Come and Race it.” And that is exactly what America did this past weekend. After five long years, the United States finally had its Grand Prix back. But it was not without hardship. For many months over the last two years, it seemed like the dream w