Oh I so detest this time of year, when the next F1 season is nowhere near and the weather outside is colder still than my tall and frosty gold tinted beer… Look, I'm all for the holidays, the gifts, the tree… Christmas cheer with the lads at the pub discussing the brilliance of Adrian Newey But with the season done I've lost my shine, we wait only for the odd contract to sign which fails to send a single shiver up my spine, far less than peering down into an empty beer stein. I suppose absence makes the heart grow fonder, so we'll impatiently wait and foolishly ponder whether or not Vettel will emerge a shade or two blonder Changes are coming with new rules and regulations, new...
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