Spain.
I try to plan everyday life on race sundays around the races but that weekend I promised my wife and a few friends to have a burger at the Veggie festival in Rotterdam ("Just like your mom" are damn good burgers). Anyway, the weeks before of course the news that VES would join RBR and the Dutch press went mad! The thing with Dutch press is that they tend to blow it right out of proportion, while I suspected that in true Dutch style VES would crash in the first corner. But. Then the race. I watched the start, with my coat on, ready to go when the Mercedes boys took each other out and suddenly everything was possible, with in mind that "winning" isn't a Dutch trade (see: football team). My "yeah buts" didn't help. It was time to go...
So I ate my burger, follows the race on my iPhone on a blog and what seems to be impossible happened. A Verstappen won!
I drank a beer, big smile on my face (nobody had any idea), raced home to watch the final few laps in C4+1...
My wife is British, from a racing minded family but only wants to watch when Button (or Valentino Rossi) do well
The next race in Monaco, it was of course Dutch business as usual.