Tuesday 26 June 2012

a nap during Formula1...

... is better than shoes!

I have been watching Formula1 since as long as I can remember and even before than I can remember my mum doing that! Not my dad, mind you, my mum! She has been a fan forever and the germ passed to us kids, my brother and me, as it was rather expected. Many a time when I lived in Greece we would all three of us gather on her bed on warm Sunday afternoons, eating ice cream and enjoying the cool breeze the fan offered us while watching some of the best drivers on the planet drive some of the fastest cars on the planet and competing for a (usually ugly...) trophy! Ah, those were the days my friends...

Many years have past, I no longer live close to my family, as fate had it but, still, the same habits remain for all of us... sometime we have been even on the phone while watching, just to compare views and share comments... But lately, I have developed a further habit... the nap! Ok, I have not really invented naps, could not take credit for that, but I have realised the pleasure of falling asleep during a race whith the lullaby of the cars' engines and the soothing voice of the commentators... Mmm... bliss! Usually I fall asleep before the 10th round and I sleep all the way to the 40th... And yes, I do miss the race essentially... but I gain the nap!

Truth be told, I feel no longer like a true Formula1 fan... I mean, someone who sleeps through about half of the championship every year cannot claim that, can she? I still like it, in my own way I do watch the races, ok, the start and the finish evidently, and I never want to miss one... in the sense that I'm always in front of TV when it takes place... but, yes, I snooze and I sleep and I get cosy on the sofa and well, for me it a "better than shoes" thing... Wanna give it a try? ;)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

... and shoe fan has napped Schumacher on lap 10! Simply stunning! How does she do it? It's all part of the excitement of F1, of which we can never get tired. Oh...

I think many people have some sort of special Sunday afternoon memories. Mine involve coffee made only with milk (and coffee, but no water).