How it feels to tear around Spa in F1's new two-seater

Ten minutes to zero hour and the rain is hammering off the garage roof. Out in the pitlane, it’s splashing into puddles so large they bring to mind Dr Foster’s proverbial misadventure on the road to Gloucester. A sky that had been positively azure half an hour ago is now a glowering grey expanse. The capricious microclimate of Spa-Francorchamps has done it again.That moment when it’s … Keep reading

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