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2011 Formula 1 Airtel Indian Grand Prix – a look back.

31 Oct

what did I see yesterday?


was it the real life? was it just fantasy?



My head still reels when I think of all that I witnessed in the past three days. The colours! The speed! The sounds!

Oh boy oh boy.

Wasn’t this all that I had been living for all these years? Wasn’t this all that I had been dreaming of ever since I had watched Formula 1 back in Jamshedpur with my father – myself, no older than 4 years back then?

It all felt vaguely disorienting. The whole spectacle. I couldn’t bring myself to terms with the fact that I had just watched a live Formula 1 Grand Prix. When had I, even a year back thought that I would be watching one so soon? Agreed, the hype surrounding an Indian GP had been floating around for quite sometime. But then again, the fact that this is India had given me enough doubts and riddled all my hopes with ample skepticism. ( which I’m sure Metallica fans in Delhi and around will understand 😛 )

No longer though.

I look back at the whirlwind that was the past one weekend, and I feel blessed to have lived though it all. The cars, the drivers, the circuit, the stands. The entire atmosphere was unlike anything I had ever witnessed in my entire life. Electric. Pulsating. Enervating.

It was the sort of thing that takes one by the scruff of his neck and thrusts him face first into a concoction of sheer epicness. You know when it’s over. You feel a void. Life seems weird after that. Which is exactly what it seems like, right now. The deafening roar of a combined 7000+ horsepower still rings in my ears. I twitch at the slightest of the whirring sounds that I hear. My mind still latches on to the sight of Formula 1 cars flying in front of my eyes. I still hear the cheer of hundreds of thousands of eager spectators resounding all around me.

There is a certain factor that makes Formula 1 grand. A certain thing that makes it stand out from all other races that happen year around. Having seen a Formula 1 grand prix now, and some random lower  order Formula league racing on the same track one after the other, I realise how marked the difference is. The random-lower-order-Formula race had colourful open wheeled, single-cockpit vehicles running all around the track, just like the F-1 race, making the sort of noise that the generic racing car makes.

But the difference in F-1 is so apparent. It is audibly, visibly and in all other aspects, so very different. The sound of the 300 horsepower naturally aspirated F-1 V8 engine, when it revs, is akin to that of a MiG 21 that has just taken off. You can trust me, because I have heard both. It’s outlandish. Incredible.

And if the sound of the F-1 engine is outlandish when it revs, can you imagine the sound of the gear shifts as the car brakes? I have actually run out of adjectives and metaphors now to describe how the whole thing feels like (which is something). It is, to repeat something that I’ve already stated, quite unlike anything that I’ve seen or heard till date.

And it wasn’t just the race! If you did go for the race and if you did miss out on the driver’s parade which happened an hour and a half before the race, you, my dear sir, must take a leap into the nearest well. Because that provided an exquisite starter for the excitement that was to follow. A convoy of some of the finest old vintage cars, showcasing the iconic history of motorsports that India once had, did one lap around the track. Each of the cars had one F-1 driver in it, each one of whom was greeted with resounding applause from the grand stands. I personally was moved to tears when I saw a helmet-less Michael Schumacher and then a cheery Fernando Alonso waving at us from a Rolls Royce Phantom I.

And the venue! The Jaypee group and the Budh International Circuit dispelled all notions that India isn’t capable of organizing a world-class event, and that too in the most consummate manner. 5.14 kilometers of raw adrenaline gushing exhilaration, complete with huge elevation changes, blitzkrieg straights, curves and hair pin bends: the track was as advanced as any other established International circuit, and interestingly, also happens to be the second fastest F-1 circuit in the world today. Sitting in the Classic Stand 2 East Zone, which luckily proved to be the most happening part of the circuit, I could hardly believe my eyes as they followed Felippe Massa’s scarlet Ferrari round a curve and then straight into the fences during Saturday qualifying. I could hardly believe that I had seen an actual F-1 collision, that too, between the likes of Lewis Hamilton and Massa.

And Sebastien Vettel! What a perfect weekend for him! Pole Position on Saturday, fastest lap on Sunday, leading through all the 60 laps and finally emerging triumphant after hundred minutes of non-stop action. Kudos indeed, young German, you totally deserved it!

My rambling could go on, so I must stop now. I shall put up pics on my Picassa albums soon, and then link them here, so do come back. Agreed they aren’t much, but to me, they are some real precious memories.

Till then people. The chequered flag waves.

PS : thanks to this wonderful person for everything. 🙂

sports in general, Formula 1 in particular

27 Oct
This post begins with some rather opinionated comments about sports in general. Given that my sporting tastes were nipped in the bud by my own lethargy and disinterest, and that I mostly yawn while watching stuff like the Twenty Best Goals That Shook the World, you shouldn’t let my opinions bother you one single bit. Because if you do, there’ll be one of those famous word-battles in the comment form following this post, that have plagued quite a few of my blog posts till date.

Notwithstanding, I stick to being the opinionated douche that I am, and proceed.

Opinion #1. Every sport is unique.

However, as with most hastily stated assertions, there’s a but to it. Which brings us to opinion #2

Every sport is unique, but down somewhere, they’re all the same.

Yes, I love creating such situations where my reader is forced into being an indignant little pigeon that frets about in disagreement making that weird low frequency noise that pigeons make. Much like an ill-tuned bass guitar.

But yes, let us not digress.

Coming back to what I started out with, viz sports. Most sports inherently have one thing in common. They all have people running about on a field, and all of them making a huge fuss about a particular ball. I know, my reader-pigeons have transformed into guffawing gorillas now, and are probably laughing at how baseless my argument seems.

I agree. Hell, I suck at giving good arguments to defend my opinions. Let’s say my opinions stem out of my passions more so than my reasons. I say something because my heart tells me to, not because my brain has thought something out. And it is stupid at times. But I really do not care. As long as my brain helps me think out stuff that I really want to think out, it doesn’t matter. My heart tells me, Guns N’ Roses is awesome. My heart tells me that non-vegetarians rule. My heart tells me that Google is the best thing that the world will ever have. I trust my intuitions and have full faith in them.

Such is the thing with sports. OK, I do enjoy following cricket, and I don’t mind watching a heated football match. In fact, I actually enjoy seeing ManU and Arsenal fans baying for each other’s blood.

But then, there is an inherent something to these sports that make them so ordinary. So mortal. After all, it’s just men running around. I agree, Tendulkar did drive that through the cover exquisitely well, and yes, that goal was quite jaw dropping. Yet, these things, they lack something that appeals to my heart.

Which is where motorsports come in.

Which form of cheering in the crowd, which vuvuzela on this earth, can replace the sound of twenty super charged V8s revving? Which goal, or which home run, or which wicket, can set your adrenaline gushing like the sight of two F-1 cars locked in a frenzy of tyre-to-tyre overtaking?

Yes, ladies and gents, this is formula 1 we are talking about. And YES, it’s finally here in our country, for the very first time ever, with all of its mind-blowing and eye popping awesomeness.

What is it that sets Formula 1 aside from other sports? What places F-1 in the pinnacle of sporting exclusivity that the other mortal sports cannot match? Let’s see. For one, we have the sheer glamour. It’s the sheer amount of money that is spent in this sport. Formula 1 can look at every other sport in the eye and say, “I’m richer, bitch”.

There’s that.

The second, and the more significant reason is probably the role the sport plays in science and engineering technology. Each of those twenty cars that race around the tracks are mechanical wonders. Each of them have had a few hundreds of scientists and engineers working on them. They’re machines that live on the bleeding edge of tech. Spending hours and hours in wind tunnels. Having been subjected to every possible test that they could have gone through.

The people. The engineers. They’re some of the finest minds in the business. They know their science and they know their math. They know how to make machines that can safely reach 300 kilometers an hour. They know how to put a wheel onto a car and ensure that it can survive such speeds and temperatures, and at the same time, they can be removed in less than two seconds. The drivers. They are human beings who do a lot more than running around and kicking balls. They have nerves of steel, and have a pulse rate that is a fraction of an average human being. They know how to keep their calm when they see a wall approaching in front of them at over 200 kilometers per hour, and find that their brakes aren’t working.

This is what makes F-1 so very different. The money. The machines. The people.

Yet, that is again, not what F-1 essentially is. The glamor and the tech isn’t really what’s sporty about F-1. They are essential constituents, but not everything. For, under it’s layer of glam, money and bleeding-edge-technology, F-1 has stories of exaltations and heart breaks. Just like any other sport. There are tales of history being rewritten and records being broken. For which fan does not remember the legend that was Ayrton Senna? Which fan does not cherish the memory of the epic last lap battle for victory between Gilles Villeniuve and René Arnoux in France ’79?

These are not mere tales of sporting phenomena. These are stories of valour and passion. Of timeless people and their exploits.

For Formula 1 is so much more than a sport. It is to sports, what a McDonald’s Happy Meal is to mess food. It is simply the holy grail of excitement, for those so inclined.

Why did I write all of this?

Simply because I’m going for the first every Indian Grand Prix, and that I’ll be leaving in a couple of hours. #hellyeah #inserts slash-m-slash’s wantonly.

I shudder to think of the dreary month that lies ahead of me, push the thought out of mind and turn on some loud heavy metal.

Till then folks! Cya soon.

PS : here‘s a simulation flying lap around the Budh International Circuit, with Sebastien Vettel. It all looks very rosy and promising. Let’s hope it all goes off smoothly. 🙂

on 5 supercars that shook the planet

18 Jun
They have set a lot of adrenaline gushing. Many a heart fluttering. A lot of necks stiffening. And a lot of eyes popping. Not to mention, the elitist position they hold in the bleeding edge of engineering and technology.

Yes, it’s them supercars that I allude to.

Over the years, supercars have referred to that niche of extreme vehicles which have consistently rewritten the rules of the automobile. In fact, the cult legends that they’ve become, they are an inspiration for manufacturers making family vehicles as well. They are ground breaking in innovation, exquisite in design and … one thing they all have in common. They go from point A to point B quicker than anything else on the road.
While a comprehensive list of supercars will be as exhaustive upon completion, as it would be futile to actually complete, here is a personal selection of five of them (in chronological order of their first appearance), that quite literally turned the automobile planet upside down.
1. Porsche 911 (1963-present) 
one of the early Porsche 911 Classics
The Porsche 911 (nine-eleven), was far from a supercar when it first appeared. In fact, the concept of supercars was unheard of, back in the 60s. But as this car evolved into what it is today, it pretty much became the yardstick that other car makers aspired to aim for, while making a supercar. 
Today, the 2011 Porsche 911 GT3 4.0 is as much a full blown supercar as a car can be. A four liter flat-six powertrain that produces a staggering 493 horsepower and 460 Nm of torque, makes this beauty shoot off from 0 to100 km/h in less than 4 seconds, all the way up to a top speed in excess of 330 km/h. 
2011 Porsche 911 GT3

But more so than the numbers, it is however, the legendary aura that this car has about itself that brings it into this list. It was ranked 5th in the “Car of the Century” international poll in 1999, and was one of only two in the top 5 that had remained continuously in production (the other was the Beetle).

The GT3  4.0 today costs INR 11,500,000. That too, minus the import taxes. So, if you want to possess one for yourself, you’d probably have to sell a few kidneys. But then so what. Who’d need kidneys if they have one of these?
2. Lamborghini Countach (1974-1990) 

The Countach in fact, was the first true-blue supercar. Legend has it, that this was the vehicle that Darth Vader was destined to drive. This mean machine was everything that no one had ever imagined before.  It was sharper than a razor’s edge. It was disastrously fast for its time, peaking at close to 290 kilometers an hour, and doing the 0-100 run in less than 7 seconds. And it looked like the Italian rendition of Medusa. In 1985, the Countach 5000QV cost $100,000.

Only 2042 Countachs were made, and sold. Too bad you cannot buy one now. Not that you would have bought one back then either, eh?

3. Ferrari F40 (1987-1992) 

Enzo Ferrari was 90 years old when he decided to build the F40. The late 80s-early 90s were a time when Ferrari was losing much of its status and ground to its arch rival Porsche, who had come up with the new 959. The 959 was the most technologically advanced car in that era, and Ferrari needed something desperate to reclaim lost ground.

The F40 did that. And more. It was a car built solely to perform. It had absolutely no creature comforts – not even an air-con or a stereo system. But was made using the latest in manufacturing technology, viz carbon fiber and Kevlar, revolutionary materials, a couple of decades back or so. Also, all panels were made using aluminium to reduce weight.

In the end it showed. It looked like car built for a purpose. To chase down Porsche and prove to the world what the Italian prancing horse was capable of. Not surprisingly, this was the first production car to cross the 200 miles an hour speed record.

Price? It debuted at $400,000 back in 1987, but some customers have been reputed to pay no less than $1.6 million for this piece of brilliance.

4. McLaren F1 (1992-1998)

If the other supercars listed in this post are legendary, the McLaren F1 is so much more than that. In 1994, the British auto magazine Autocar wrote that “The McLaren F1 is the finest driving machine yet built for the public road.” and that “The F1 will be remembered as one of the great events in the history of the car, and it may possibly be the fastest production road car the world will ever see.”

It almost was. It held the record for the fastest production car in the world for more than a decade. It did 0-100 kilometers an hour in less than three seconds and maxed out in excess of 360. It changed people’s notions about supercars, and dropped a few million jaws worldwide. And it cost in excess of a million dollars.

For, quite simply put. This wasn’t a car. This was a phenomenon.

5. Bugatti Veyron (2003-present)

This is again, not just a car. On the contrary, this is mathematics. Pure mathematics. Bugatti opted to play the numbers game, and yes, they succeeded darn well. As it stands today, the Veyron SuperSport is the fastest road-going vehicle ever built, doing the 0-100 run in a staggering two-and-a-half-seconds. Yes, you read that right, and by the time you would have finished reading this statement, the Veyron SS would happily be soaring in the realms surrounding 250 kilometers and hour. Flat out, it reaches a record 431 kilometers an hour. What is even staggering, is that it achieves all this, while weighing close to two metric tons! Indeed.

At the heart of this abomination, is a supercharged 8 liter W16. You read that right again. Remember, the 911? That was a flat-6. This is a W16! It’s got 16 cylinders, which pump up and down to produce no less than 1200 horsepower. Yes, it’s a hairy numbers game going on here, and the Veyron knows its math.

Oh and if only that were all. The Bugatti Veyron is also the most expensive car on the planet today, the base price of the SuperSport being close to â‚¬2 million. Which translates to 128,230,118 in INR, minus the taxes. In case you aren’t aware, the Veyron is available in our country as well. And to get this one, even your own kidneys won’t do. You’d probably have to take the ghost of John Lennon hostage and then charge this as ransom.

That was the top 5 supercars. There are however a few others that deserve special mention. Here they are :

Special Mentions

#1 Pagani Zonda (1999-2011) – Ridiculously low and wide, Horacio Pagani’s creation exploded into the automotive arena at the turn of the millennium, and made every Ferrari, every Lamborghini and every Porsche look staid. This was a 600 horsepower no-nonsense, in your face, machine, that could well do in excess of 340 kilometers an hour. And yes, it cost close to $800,000.



#2 Porsche 959 (1986-1989) – the most technologically advanced car in its age, that forced Ferrari to come up with the F40, this German beauty boasted of adjustable ride height, never seen before all-wheel-drive technology and a host of other features. Also, when it was first released in 1986, it was the fastest road going car (it peaked at 315 kilometers per hour) till the F40 took over. Unfortunately, as with all the entries here, it cost a fortune.




#3 Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren (2003-2010) – If one supercar deserves mention, solely owing to its looks, then it would be this. The drop-dead gorgeous SLR, jointly developed by Mercedes Benz and McLaren was a hugely successful sports car and it continues to inspire car designers today. And no, it wasn’t just supercar looks. It had the figures too. 0-100 in less than 4 and a top speed of more than 330 kilometers an hour. Suave? Definitely.



#4 Ferrari Enzo (2002-2004) – Named after the founder of the prancing horse, the Enzo was the closest simulation to Formula 1 that one could do. A supercar through and through, with blistering numbers to boot (0-100 in less than 4 and top speed, upwards of 350) this cutting edge mean machine had incredible driving dynamics and was loaded with tech, to the point it seemed to be a work of science fiction. Only 400 were built.



#5 Lamborghini Miura (1966-1972) – this wasn’t technically a supercar. The Miura was to the supercar, what Led Zeppelin was to heavy metal. a precursor, more than a harbinger. One of the most beautiful cars ever designed by man, the Miura was powered by a V12, that took it all the way to a top speed of 270 kilometers an hour. Sounds low? Put that stat beside 1968 and you’ll see how insane that looks.

So that was that. Of course, the list is far from complete. Forgive me for not including the Lamborghini Murcielago, the Porsche Carrera GT, the Koenegsseg CC and the Mercedes Benz SLS AMG and a host of others. Also, I did not include the brand new additions to the supercar market, because it is still too early to feature them in a “greatest ever” list. These include the Pagani Huayra, the Koenegsseg Agera, the McLaren MP-4 12C, the Lamborghini Aventador and a few others.

Hope you enjoyed reading this. Personally, this was my favourite blog post. Suggestions welcome!

on Ayrton Senna

29 Dec
My thoughts entirely with this name today. After a certain documentary I watched last night.

I had heard a lot about him. How he would have gone on to become the greatest ever in the blitzkrieg world of formula 1 had destiny been but a bit more rewarding. Little did I know that well before the disaster at Imola which claimed his life, Ayrton Senna had established his name as the greatest already.

He didn’t have the statistics on paper. He had raced for 10 years and had won 3 championships. Juan Maunel Fangio (with 5) and later on, Michael Schumacher (with 7) would go on to become the greatest F-1 racer of all time, but the ones who know the sport, tell a different story.

Ayrton Senna’s greatness laid, not on paper, but on the sheer way he drove. Formula One experts including Schumacher himself have openly admitted that a driver like Senna, has not, does not and will not exist in motor-sport history.

The documentary I saw yesterday was all about what exactly made him all that great. Martin Brundle, an F-1 great, who had raced alongside this genius went into details about his driving style which he considered would give enough reasons to consider him the “ultimate driver’s driver”.

Speed
Senna was not just a fast driver. He was just the fastest driver one could race against. While others would set lap-records and fastest times with a margin of a few tenths of a second from the existing record, Senna would settle for no less than a whole second or at least three-quarters of second. “He had this God gifted talent,” as Brundle put it, “a sixth sense, which gave him full knowledge of where in the track the grip would be before he went into a corner. The moment you see him do a lap, you’re bound to say, “I can’t do that.” As simple as that.” He was known to drive completely on the limit and set some of the most blistering lap times in his ten year career. “He used to emerge out of corners and overtake a whole lot of other drivers with the most consummate ease. Other drivers wouldn’t even have him in their mirrors a few seconds back, but suddenly .. poof! He’s gone past them.” The fact that he won 65 pole positions in 162 races when pitched against Schumacher’s 68 pole-positions in 269 races more than cements him as the speed overlord. His qualifying greatness reached it’s epitome in Monaco 1988, when he out-qualified his arch-rival and team mate Alain Prost by a staggering 1.5 seconds. Brundle recollects that “Nobody in the end wanted to spoil Senna’s pole lap. When the day-glow McLaren and the very bright helmet of Ayrton Senna would come through, we’d literally jump out of the way. You didn’t one to be the one who’d blown the lap of the one everybody was talking about, the lap that entire Grand Prix venue was looking forward to.”

Senna in his epic McLaren in Canada 1988

Attention to detail
It wasn’t just speed that made Senna what he was. As David Coulthard, yet another F-1 legend who started off as Senna’s test-driver recollects his dedication.”A certain test session when he (Senna) had tweaked his neck, and that was it. Test was over that day but as far as he was concerned, “I recommend the following day” and he was there the following day! In the morning I thought that … OK .. he must have made a miraculous recovery … but no, he was just there to listen to what I was telling the engineers. So that he could trust my feedback.” I mean other people whom I’ve been test driver for would just listen to the lap-times and bugger off to the golf course!”

Ruthlessness

one of the numerous corners Senna (in the red and white McLaren) aced

Yet another and one of his best wielded weapons, was his utter ruthlessness. As Brundle explains, Senna would often put them (his rivals) in a position where you’d have an accident and he would leave it up to you to decide whether you wanted it or not. If you let him through, you wouldn’t have the accident, if you did not, you would. During a certain Formula 3 race, Brundle says, “he suddenly came up from behind me and before I knew it, his car was upon mine.” He would always put his rivals in a compromising position at every corner, and wage this psychological warfare every single time. You would either run into him, which would mean, your race is over, or you would lose this mind game. And   if you did run into him, he would ensure that the next time such a scenario repeated you would jump out of his way. He was easily the toughest driver, and the most ferocious driver to protect his area of space. His ruthlessness and will to win reached the peak in the Japanese Grand Prix of 1990, when he would emerge world champion of the season provided his arch-rival Alain Prost (now racing for Ferrari) failed to finish the race. This makes for a throughly gripping tale.

Senna and Prost were 1-2 on the starting grid respectively. Senna’s McLaren however was on the dirtier side of the track and despite his asking the officials to change the side they hadn’t. No sooner had the race been flagged off than Prost’s scarlet Ferrari took lead ahead of Senna’s McLaren. And for Senna to win the world-title, Prost would have to not finish the race.

Barely had ten seconds gone when the first corner came up. And Prost went into the corner ahead of Senna. But Senna accelerated through the corner reaching a speed of 270 kilometres an hour, without even bothering to brake, as the gap between his and Prost’s car disappeared. Suddenly Senna’s front left tire had hit Prost’s rear end. And Prost’s rear wing fell off as both cars skidded off into the turf.

In the very first corner of the very first lap Senna thus made sure that Prost indeed failed to finish and secured the world title for himself.

Senna’s McLaren hits Prost’s Ferrari
and the state a few seconds after … Senna, secured with his Championship title

Prost was so disgusted with the turn of events that he publicly slammed Senna’s tactics and even considered retiring from F-1. After the crash Senna however showed absolutely no remorse for what he done. “When there is a gap,” Senna said later, “you either permit yourself as a professional racing driver who is designed to win races, or you come second or you come third or you come fifth. And I am not designed to come third, fourth or fifth. I race to win.”

Senna’s aggressiveness; his ruthlessness can be well summed up in his own words. “If you no longer go for a gap which doesn’t exist … well, you are no longer a racing driver.”

Strangely however, Senna had a heart of gold. A devout Christian he was capable of incredible compassion. When in Spa 1992 his rival Ã‰rik Comas had a fatal crash, Senna stopped his car, leapt out, stopped Comas’ engine and held his head in a comfortable position before doctors arrived. An incident which made Comas retire from F-1 after his inability to help Senna after his life claiming crash.

Senna parks his car and runs to help Erik Comas

This paradox in Senna’s behavior shows that he was an incredible human being. He would donate for his  poor children in his country Brazil. he would help his rivals out of difficult situations. He was morally broken when Ratenberger died the night before he died. But then it was the same Ayrton Senna who would crash Prost’s car out of a race, putting both their lives at risk.

The Wet Weather Master
What really set apart Senna, all the more from other F-1 drivers was his driving wizardry when it rained. Referred to as “the Wet Weather Master” by commentators, his driving prowess would really come in the limelight in such circumstances.

Senna mastered the art of wet-weather driving

Donnington Park, 1993. The track was wet and it was drizzling. Senna was having trouble keeping up in his inferior McLaren from the beginning. He had dropped to fifth position when a new lap had begun, behind the likes of Michael Schumacher, Damon Hill and Alain Prost. A couple of corners later, he had muscled his way to third. And yet another couple of corners later Alain Prost was eating his tire marks and Senna was leading the race, which he went on to win. This historic lap, which saw Senna taking the lead within a half of a lap of running fifth, established him as an all time great wet weather driver. After the race he said that the driving pressure in such conditions is tremendous and it’s like gambling; taking chances where it might pay off. And that his team gambled well that day.

The cars back then
Senna gambled. Senna gambled in cars which were like untamed wild beasts. Racing regulations weren’t as stringent then as they are today, and Senna belonged to the era of F-1 when cars had turbochargers (needless to say, they are illegal in F-1 now); he belonged to the age of Formula -1 when cars produced 1200 horsepower, which was a mind-boggling 450 more than an F-1 car of today. Inferior aerodynamics back then, as compared to today, ensured that cars had a lot less down-force and was at higher risks of flying off. Also safety levels were far worse which made Senna’s job all the more difficult.

Senna’s epic McLaren Honda MP-4/4 :
the machine in which he won eight races in one season
and his first world championship title

Yet Senna aced. He drove on the edge without a care in the world. He drove to win. Which he did. And would have won more had he been luckier.

Imola, San Marino 1994.

An event already riddled by disasters. Ratenberger’s death the night before the final race had shaken the entire F-1 community. The night before that, a serious accident involving Senna’s protégé, Rubens Barichello had broken Senna down, all the more. The final race as well, was plagued by misfortune. It was interrupted in the very beginning when J J Lehtto’s Benetton-Ford had stalled, and Pedro Lammy’s Lotus-Mugen Honda had rammed into his rear at nearly full speed. A wheel tore off and flew into the grandstands, injuring eight spectators and a police officer. The race went into yellow flag, and the safety car, which was on Opel Vectra for that year, was deployed. The slow pace maintained by the Vectra was later questioned and suspected for the lower-than-normal tire pressure in the race cars.

When the race restarted, Senna immediately shot off and set the third-fastest lap of the race, followed closely by Schumacher. In the next lap, as Senna approached the super-fast Tamburello corner, his car left the track …

That would go down in his history as the last corner he ever took, and the first one, he never came out of. Alive.

… his Williams ploughed into the concrete wall in excess of 215 kilometres an hour.

His right front wheel had broken off and shot through into his cockpit, hitting his helmet and pushing his head against his head rest. A piece of upright, attached to the wheel had penetrated his helmet made a big indent in his forehead, and a jagged piece of the upright had penetrated his visor just above his right eye.

He died almost immediately owing to fatal skull fracture. Track officials, upon investigation found a furled Austrian flag in his cockpit, which he had planned on unfurling and waving in honour of Ratenberger in the event of his winning the race.

Senna’s Williams at the moment of impact

The cause of his accident, as later revealed was steering column failure which had resulted in this fatal under-steer (what happens when you turn your steering wheel, but the wheels don’t turn). Patrick Head, of team Williams, who had been responsible for the “bad-design and badly executed modifications” of Senna’s steering column, was proven guilty of omitted control by the Italian Court of Appeal on 13th April 2007.

His death at Imola, San Marino was probably the greatest tragedy in the history of motor-sports. Brazil declared a national holiday in honour of their greatest sportsman and set aside three days for mourning. Three million people lined up to see his funeral march and offer salute to their hero.
Senna’s funeral saw many F-1 greats participating.
Including his arch rivals Alain Prost and Damon Hill

His grave bears the epitaph “Nada pode me separar do amor de Deus” which means “Nothing can separate me from the love of God”.

To you, Ayrton Senna. Never was. Never will be.

voila! volvo

19 Dec

I am not the frequent bus commuter. Never was either. The few tiffs that I had had with these annoyingly large multi-wheeled vehicles are best left untold, for times’ sake, and for the sake of not beating-about-the-bush.

But then things happen which make you go “Voila! How wrong I was” and make you change your stance towards things. Which is what happened as a side-effect after my Goa trip, which you might just remember from my previous post.
I am, if you’ve been following the story of my life closely, currently anchored at Pune, and shall be leaving for Cal in a few hours. So the trip to Goa which I was party to, happened from Pune, and hell, it happened in one heck of a delightful manner.
Courtesy Volvo.

Yes, you guessed it right. It was a Volvo multi-axle semi-sleeper coach that did the monumental task of transporting myself and several others from Pune to Goa. That too, in the lap of luxury.
The ten-and-a-half-hour long journey, whose mere first mention had sent an involuntary shudder down my spine, eventually left the generally verbose me lost for words. And with good reason too. My fascination for all wheeled-contraptions compelled me to do some homework after I returned, and the results I arrived at were pretty interesting. Or at least, they are to the auto-enthusiast.

The coach that had taken me from Pune to Goa, was a certain Volvo B9R.

For those who are trying to stifle their yawns now, can freely choose not to, and navigate away to this page. For the rare ones who are falling off their seats in excitement can join me for the rest of this fascinating journey.

A Volvo B9R is, as I have mentioned earlier, a multi-axle semi-sleeper coach. Using the British policy of Divide and School, let us fragment the hieroglyphics in the above line to facilitate better understanding for those who are groping about in the dark.

Multi-axle == more than two axles. Which simply translates to, it has more wheels than the ordinary bus.
Semi-sleeper == er … half sleeper. Meaning where you sleep, but then again, where you don’t.

multi-axle clear now?

The technical specifications however are far less literary, and more … technical (sorry for the redundancy). The power-train is a massive 9 litre 6 cylinder diesel engine that generates a staggering 380 horsepower and an equally gargantuan 1740 N-m of torque. (If this sounded gibberish to you, then you should have left this page long back. Don’t look at me like that! I warned you!) And this does a more than exemplary job at making this blue whale scrunch down miles and miles of expressway with the most consummate ease. The coach is 13.7 metres long, and no, don’t ask me what the width is. No one cares. It seats 53 homo-sapiens effortlessly and has cutting edge safety features including EBS (Electronic Braking System ), all wheel disc-brakes, and air-suspension, all of which are firsts in this country. What’s more, it even comes with an on-board computer which feeds in brakes and suspension related data to the rare computer-savvy driver.

I am assuming that the orange LCD screen is the on-board computer.

But what really stole the show in this mighty machine was the galactic levels of comfort it pampers you with. The moment you sink into one of these outworldly seats, you feel a sense of bliss like no other. Recline the seat backward. Raise the lumbar supports, and you could well mistake the experience with that of being in a private jet, complete with all creature comforts.

the heavenly seats. And guess what, I can now semi-sleep.

I got a tad too lucky with the front row seat that day, as a result of which I had the additional advantage of having the seemingly endless windscreen r-i-g-h-t in front of me. When the journey began, it was an unexpectedly quaint affair. The virtually air-tight cabin had completely muffled the otherwise deafening roar of the engine, and the bus, with all it’s air-suspension wizardry and thick tubeless radials seemed to gobble up the potholes and irregularities of theGreatIndianRoads without a hiccup.

Yet another impressive thing I noticed was the incredibly small turning radius. I have driven a Toyota Qualis and for a car of that size, it is surprisingly agile around corners. But for the 13.7 metre long mammoth that it is, this beast executed U-turns and other letter-like turns in the manner that could have left many large luxury saloons burying their heads in shame.

Well, that’s that. I wish I had driven it too, then I would have been able to give more details regarding its performance, engine and transmission (:P) but well … I can rest assured now, that I have started loving buses.

Or so I hope.

the birth of the hyper hybrid

17 Jul

What follows are some technical details of Porsche’s latest mindbender. The 918 Spyder. Considered to be the perfect amalgamation of supercar like awesomeness and … yes … environmental friendliness.

  • The engine : a 3.4 liter V8 mated to seven-speed gearbox. 500 bhp to the rear wheels. That’s not it! Three more electric motors : two driving the front wheels mated to a fixed gear ratio and the third, through the seven-speed provides additional power to the rear axle. When all work together the car transforms into a 718 bhp fire breather. 
  • The electric pots can not only be plugged-in and charged. They also get automatically charged when the car undergoes braking.
  • Four driving modes : an E-drive mode wherein the car runs on battery power alone, using the rear motor only, with a range of 16 miles. Three hybrid modes : Hybdrid, Sport, and Race, where all four power pots work to different extents to provide the desired levels of performance and economy. In Race mode a push-to-pass button is available to deliver additional electric power, useful during overtaking.
  • A carbon-fiber reinforced plastic monocoque chassis and a lot of aluminium and magnesium in the body means that it weighs less than 1500 kgs 
  • A mind-blowing 0-100 km/hr run in less than 3.2 seconds and a staggering top-speed of 320 km/hr.
  • Fuel economy at an all time high of 78 US miles/gallon.
Some pics follow.
Looks impressive too, what say people? Here’s raising a toast to its success, and
hoping that it reaches production lines soon!

The official Porsche video follows.

mixed bag of emotions

18 Jun

the day started pretty nicely. My blog got a starting indirank of 76, and then my page visits crossed the magical 1000 mark with nearly 500 unique hits. Secondly, thanks to Jal, my blog now has a unique favicon (thanks again, Jal) which you can see in the address bar or on top of the window … isn’t it cool guys? (well Blogger may feel pissed off … showcasing that W beside a blogger blog, but who cares about that … )

But the sad thing that has weighed down on my mind, is the fact that my decade long friendship with my lovely Hyundai Santro has come to an end … following a rather cruel deal between my dad and a #?#!!@. I had been dreading this all the while, and knew that despite the terrific efforts this little marvel made to serve us, it just had to go. During its 10 year-and-1 month-long stay with us, it had done things which not many cars in this country has done … (click here to read a previous post dedicated to him) … but the truth was, try as it might, it just couldn’t go on like that. The good side to this is the fact that while all cars are sold at a price much below its cost price, this one wasn’t !!! Know why? Well, my dad got this car when he worked in Price WaterHouse Coopers (relax, he left it 8 years back, and was no where nearby the Satyam thingy), and then had shifted to IBM as regional director, and head of the Global Delivery sector. Then suddenly, four or five years back, IBM decided not to pay for its employees’ cars, and so my Dad had to buy it from IBM. But surprisingly, that amount was less than what we sold it for !!! Call that a car, faithful and friendly to the owner, as well as to the owner’s pocket! (No, we didn’t tweak the mileage meter, if you are wondering whether we did that.)
So that’s the sad story of the end of a relationship that had blossomed into a tender friendship. As I look out of the verandah now, I don’t see him anymore, and the lump in the throat tells me, that I won’t see him there too …

full throttle ahead!!!

16 Jun


It was all happening around me … everything that I had wanted to happen … people, trees, buildings, cars, two-wheelers, hurtling past … shouts, screams of fear, and the angry voices of cops, flashing lights ….

but I stayed put … calm, and intent … with the sole aim of crossing that barrier, the elusive barrier that had evaded me for so long, the one barrier that I would die to break.
As the needle slowly climbed, it wavered slightly, and the moment it gave signs of dropping, I slammed my foot down even harder. I shot a glance at the tachometer … oh god … the V8 was actually revving above 10000 rpms!!! But that didn’t deter me … because I had my priorities all fixed … drilled into my brain like steel welded into steel … and all that I knew was that I had to cross that mark …
Uh oh!!!
looks like I got carried away … sorry folks, and thanks for bearing with this anti climax …
but thing is, I got my licence today, and so was … dreaming of the adventures possible with this marvellous device, and hence got carried away.
You may recall the post relating to the fateful day of my driving test. Remember? Right!! And you might recollect that the guys there had assured me a licence within twenty days? How true to their word they were. I went to them on the 20th day dot, and they very nicely handed over my licence to me. So these aren’t that bad guys at all, are they? Great, India is shining.
Hang on!!!
No sooner did I reach my house I happened to read the details on my newly acquired driving licence rather carefully, and … ALL the nice thoughts about the wonderful fellas … vanished … just like that!!! The blinkin‘ blokes had printed my date of birth all wrong !!! Would you believe it!!! They had made me a full one day older … printing my birth date as 8/10/1990 instead of 9/10/1990 … sigh …
I guess I have to be contended with that, because applying for a licence yet again, would mean another saga of bitter events … accepting a wrong birthday seemed simpler. Later as people told me, that a day difference in the licence wouldn’t make much of a difference … it mattered a lot when they had the year mixed up. Anyways, lets hope for the best, because I’ll have to put up with that for the next 20 years … DUH …
But the silver lining in this otherwise cumulonimbus cloud is the fact that I have a proper driving licence now, and my photo in that isn’t all that bad actually as it generally is on one’s licence. That means I have the licence to live all my dreams … dreams that I had harboured ever since I played Need for Speed … dreams of racing a Porsche through a corner at over 300 kilometres per hour … braking a Veyron from 400 kph to 0 in 10 secs … and getting drunk with the smoke bellowing from the screeching tyres …
Kidding, I’m a good driver actually, and in the past one month of driving, I haven’t actually done anything dumb with my car … maintained a decent speed limit of 50-60 kilometers per hour, following all road signs and the sort. Let’s see how much farther I go …

discovering a hobby

30 May

If you have been following my blog, then you will be aware that … of late I have become terribly bored … if not anything else. Blogging, blogging, and blogging … music, music and music, IPL, IPL, and now, no more IPL, driving, driving, and driving … well the ususal stuff.

Yesterday, while rummaging through the old model toy cars I had, Hot Wheels, Maisto, and the sort … I had this bright idea of photographing them up close .. to make them look like real full size vehicles. What I ended up with, was a huge collection of 125 amazing pics. Here are 6 of the coolest looking. Do click on them to experience them to the fullest. And let me know, how you like them!!! 

this one is an 18 wheeler, and an automobile carrier. The bent front portion adds a nice touch. Photographing this was difficult because it required the right combination of close-up and distant focusing. As a result, the front part got slightly blurred.

this is the super-star in my collection. The limited edition 1:18 model Michael Schumacher Ferrari, it catches the winning moment of this legend immediately after the Canadian GP 2003. Every nook and corner is authenticate to the minutest detail.


the historic super-car of the 80s. The Lamborghini Countach. Lamborghini’s first “super” car


the chic and cool Smart Citycar. Please DON’T confuse with the Nano.


the hybrid Toyota Prius minivan.
I personally don’t like bikes much. But loads of people do. This Yamaha R1 is just for them.

Do comment!!!! I’m trying to embed a presentation in my blog to give you glimpses of all the pics I shot …

Test or Jest?

28 May


In ways, more than one, I represent a typical Indian student. Like a good boy, I studied for my boards, passed them, appeared in competitive examinations, and have scraped through a few of them … but  NEVER EVER have I taken an examination like the one I took yesterday. I earnestly hope that such exams do not EVER fall in my way anymore … and if they do … may God bless them.

What I’m referring to is the great Indian Driving Test. Since 18 is the legal age in India to opt for a driving licence, I was well within legal constraints when I applied for a course in motor training at a  school in Calcutta. This school goes by the name of Bhagwandas, and has been in this business since 1914. So, in accordance with the schedule, that of thrice a week, this old guy came up to my house in a rattly Maruti 800, and tried to instill in me the basic concepts of car driving. This was to go on for 15 days but after about 10 days I realised, that what I had learnt in these 10 days was nothing but operating a four wheeler … leave alone driving one. And if you are an Indian, you will know that the heavenly condition of Indian roads ensure that operating a  four-wheeler is indeed very different from driving one.

I then realised, that I had to get things going then, and there. So I made it a point to go out every morning with my father, and then my chauffeur, to actually get a feel of the reality. These were the sessions, which actually helped me, and I gained the required amount of confidence to master the Indian roads. Later, when my sessions shifted to the afternoon, and I came face to face with traffic-packed roads, with buses and taxis breathing burnt diesel down my neck, it proved to a be an even better training ground, and my ability to maneuver around these obstacles quite naturally elated me.
Now India is famous for doing everything … that is it … whether she does it well or poorly is not her concern at all. But important thing is : she does everything. Common sense tells you that motor-training falls under everything, and logic tells you, that if India does everything, then she must be doing this too. And indeed. 
After the 15 days of intensive training (lol!), natural progression demanded I take the driving test. It was on a Saturday that I submitted my learner’s licence, and was asked to come to the school (?) on the next Wednesday (the 27th of May) for the test.
I was not scared of this test, since I knew that I would pass this one pretty easily, but I was, to say the least, apprehensive. So when the aforementioned day dawned, I reached the school in my own car, with my chauffeur sitting beside me, and … waited. (India is famous for making people wait too!!! Here we have queues everywhere … from maternity wards to cremation grounds!!!) And while waiting, the sights, and the sounds made me … sick.
This was how, the future motorists of India were being tested? Was this a god forsaken joke? You wouldn’t believe it … that people who had not brought their own cars (the majority), were all piled into one of those training cars, and this load of examinees were ferried around Maddox Square park, making just one lap around it … and the funniest thing was … each of the   “examinees”, got to drive only a couple of meters!!! After this, the whole bunch, belonging to various training schools, were herded like cattle into the red Motor Vehicles building, where they shot a snap of your face, took your finger print, and then, like crows, shoo – ed you away. Made my head reel, my blood boil.
Since I had taken my own car, an even crappier thing happened. My own chauffeur got the responsibility of testing me!!! So, in the far reaches of the park, where no authorised eyes could see, I may well have asked my very obedient chauffeur, to drive !!! No one bothered to check who was driving, no one bothered to know whether I knew which was the clutch, the brake, and the accelerator…
After the test was over, I was taken to an officer for an “oral” exam, where all he asked me was what a red cross on a car meant!!! After that, my photo was taken, and my finger print was recorded, and I made my way back home … 
Am expecting my licence after 20 odd days. So many people are, some of them who have perhaps driven not more than 10 meters in their lives, who will perhaps become the cabbies of the future, and ferry so many passengers from place to place…
Why are accidents in India common? I think we have another option to vote for now!!!