My Kind of Church

So I’m not a religious person in any way, shape or form, yet ever other Sunday I do attend my kind of church. (Which funnily enough is positioned next to a real church). This ‘church’ is by no means conventional and has a very different set of beliefs and ways of doing things. For example, you are encouraged, almost expected to drink at least half your body weight during the 2-hour ritual, with the exception of the occasional cream sober, which is required every so often. Shouting and interruptions are not frowned upon, even finger pointing and snaky comments are acceptable. We all get dressed for the occasion, be it in clashing, sometime eye burning, headache causing outfits (no names mentioned, McLaren Supporter), but we are all representing our personal beliefs and hopes.

Yes, this is my kind of ‘church’ filled with car and F1 fanatics who are all there to share their love of the sport and are in it for better or worse, supporting their teams through the good times and the bad… proving to be the ultimate romantics who can love in the best and worst conditions.

So, The McLaren supporter, Captain Stroh, Clark Kent and I arrive at our local ‘Church’ on Sunday, where we are greeted by a jet black Lamborghini and the regulation Mini Cooper. All hyped up for what promises to be a great race… we definitely weren’t disappointed.

What an amazing race, nail biting stuff from the minute those lights went out and definitely my driver of the day has to go to Alonso! Starting for the pit lane as car 24 and finishing in 6th on one of the toughest overtaking tracks on the circuit, you got to hand it the guy in red… that’s some skilled driving!

Hey, let it be known as much as I love my Ferrari team, the day they announced Alonso to be driving for them this season, let’s just say it wasn’t my happiest of hours…. Non-the less he is a driver for Ferrari so I will be supportive, as I am one of those romantics.

Anyways, the race was riddled with incidents with 3 safety cars to mix things up a little but at the end of 78 laps it was once again Red Bull racing with another 1,2 finish, which Clark Kent felt he needed to celebrate with a round of Jäger-bombs… ouch. Oh and well done to the ‘Yellow Car’ who came in 3rd, definitely the best finishing position for Renault this season so far.

Wow what a weekend, I would definitely say it was a sterling success with an 80% achievement rate.

And if Monday is anything to judge the rest of the week by, its going to be a cracker people, so put on your comfy heels, put your heads down and keep those wheels of industry turning!

It’s the Weekend Baby!

And what a weekend it promises to be… Clark Kent (that’s the other half’s inner superhero, AKA The Barman) and I have to make appearances at various events, this entails some serious careful planning. Our problem is we never want to let any of our friends down, so we try to split our time as efficiently as possible, also keeping in mind various distances and driving times between each engagement. It does turn out to be quiet the art, one we are getting quiet accustomed to.

Anyways, back to the point, It’s the weekend and a great one is planned… a little shopping, business networking expo, a few birthday parties… and that’s just Saturday.

Then comes Sunday and with it the main event…. Monaco Grand Prix! Monte Carlo is one of the best tracks on the F1 circuit in my opinion, a road track, which basically shuts down half the city. Spectator can watch from the comfort of their own balconies and many moor their yachts, or boats and take in the race right from the harbour's edge. It’s a very narrow track, leaving very little overtaking opportunities; and it is extremely demanding on the drivers. It’s a race that attracts everyone who is anyone. This race has everything an F1 Junkie like me could ask for, Speed, Technicality, Passion, Glamour, and that on the edge of your seat feeling for all 78 laps. A race is never over until you cross that checkered flag… Just ask McLaren’s Hamilton, last week he looked set to take second place, flying along his second last lap and ~Bam~ front left tyre gives way and snaps the suspension and sends him into the tyre wall, SWEET, handing second place to Ferrari’s Alonso… yes there was much screaming and finger pointing involved.

I’m getting all excited just thinking about it! And the other best part about it is I have my F1 partner back, after he took a year to travel and left me to watch the a great season alone… So the McLaren supporter and I (a die hard Ferrari fan) have joined an F1 club and we now have a regular home to enjoy the races with fellow enthusiasts. Enticed by lucky draws and a chance to win the kitty after every race, with the correct top ten predictions.

*Side note:
To illustrate The mix of glamour and speed in Monte Carlo, McLaren drives, Hamilton and Button will be sporting individually crafted diamond crest on their steering wheels … make sure you don’t crash, no pressure.
(Check out the full story here at formula1.com)*

So peeps wishing you a wicked weekend!
~Party like a Rock Star!~

A Brief Introduction

So here I go, diving head first into a world I don’t know all that much about and I’m supposed to be part of the techno generation. Well here’s to hoping I know how to float until I figure out how to swim.

People say we "you need an outlet" some type of release valve, otherwise we are destined to implode or explode, or as I like to think of it Pop like a champagne cork, and so here I am jumping on the blogging bandwagon so to speak, following suit, going digital, after being inspired by the Crazii redhead and Pop Tart, Changing Gears has been born.

So for a long time now I have been confusing people, as they just can’t understand how a girl like me can be a complete walking contradiction. If I really had it my way I would be dressed from head to toe in Haute Couture behind the wheel of a racing car clocking 320km/h down the pit straight, rocking to Pink as my backing track.

I hope to entertain and inform you through my "release valve" about what goes on in the place I like to call home…