Red Bull Blows, Picard Still Rocks
Last night's championship race at Abu Dhabi was a killer. Really, I almost died.
Last night's championship race at Abu Dhabi was a killer. Really, I almost died.
Ok. This is personal. Apparently some armed Brazilian gang tried attacking Jenson Button’s car on the way to his hotel after qualifying yesterday at the Interlagos circuit. Those. Dumb. Bastards.
Here’s why the wannabe hijackers couldn’t’ve been anything other than a group of mentally challenged youths, taken advantage of by some sadistic bastard that thought giving ‘tards machine guns would be a laugh –
If you’re competent you know:
1. You’re on foot; you don’t go against an F1 driver in an armoured car (especially not the reigning champ!).
2. Ok, you’re on foot, but you have machine guns. Seriously? You can blow out a couple tyres at least.
3. You don’t fuck with McLaren. If you’re going to fuck with McLaren, at least go for Lewis Hamilton; he’s actually got a shot at winning the championship…
4. You already knew you couldn’t go after Hamilton (see #3). You’d try and take down Alonso or one of those Red Bull buggers.
5. If you’re going against an F1 driver on foot, you have no aim (even with a machine gun), you ain’t going after the one guy in the top five that has no chance this year; you’re gunning for someone that’ll win you enough dough with your bookie to get your ass bail.
Get a job, haters.
And watch the race in four hours. You might learn something.