Last month we were lucky enough to be invited to watch the Italian Grand Prix in Monza, Milan.
The champagne welcome started it off with a bang...
The noise was incredible. earplugs are a necessity. and they're pretty sexy too...
After the main race things went a little crazy. Everyone, and i mean everyone ran onto the track to go see the awards. It was a sweat fest, and I can safely say I've never been (and probably never will be again) surrounded my so many sweaty italian men. but oh boy was it worth it.
Regarding the race, I just about got the hang of it after the countless laps, and even without watching it was clear that Vettel came out 1st, much to the Italians dismay, shown from their far from subtle boo-ing at the awards ceremony.
But otherwise it was more about the atmosphere and experience for me, and the Italians made that pretty damn special.
safe to say we finished the weekend in poll position.
(excuse the pun)
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