Monaco, 6:07 p.m. local time. As the chequered flag fluttered like a surrendering white hanky, Max Verstappen crossed the line first and immediately apologised to his engineers for “only” breaking the track record by eight-tenths. Somewhere in the same second, a Nairobi boda-boda rider named Kiptoo beat a city bus by half a wheel, earning…
Time Zones, Tyrants, and Tire Strategy: The Existential Question of “What Time Is F1 Today?” By our jaded correspondent in the cheap seats with a warm beer and a hotter passport Every race weekend, the planet’s most affluent insomniacs raise the same plaintive query: “What time is F1 today?” It sounds innocent—almost childlike—yet the question…
The Gregorian calendar, that cheerful fiction we all agreed to pretend is real, insists the Formula 1 circus is in town once again—this time in Jeddah, a city whose coastal corniche looks suspiciously like Monaco after a particularly aggressive sand-blasting. Somewhere between the call to prayer and the call to Netflix, millions of humans will…
