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March 04, 2005

Australian Grand Prix

Melbourne is abuzz with the sounds of Formula 1 vehicles. The high-pitched buzz in the distance is somewhat akin to an approaching swarm of bees. For the past 10 years, along with many others, I have endured the gradual strangulation of access into and around the Albert Park area, which I frequent at least once a week. Perhaps it is some form of strange karma that slows down all the local traffic for three months or so: all that lost speed is absorbed into the frenetic pace of the F1 teams. I am forced to chug along at 40 km/h on the same track that these vehicles cover at 300 km/h.

Whether it is driving in the area, jogging around the lake, or utilising the facilities (our basketball competition loses this week every year), everything is pushed aside for this grand, swift, and somewhat predictable parade.

Am I bitter? I hope I don't sound so... I was grateful that last night gave me opportunity to visit my folks - something I wouldn't have been able to do if it weren't for the Grand Prix, as I would have been playing basketball.

Nothing is ever all bad ;^0

Posted by gary at March 4, 2005 01:32 PM


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