For the past couple of months I've been trying - without much success - to find a way of describing an experience that I will never, ever, forget. And, after many failed attempts at putting my thoughts into words, I've come to the conclusion that there simply isn't anything in the English language that illustrates what it's like to be strapped into a Formula 1 car. It's 6am, the Thursday before the Australian Grand Prix. I had been invited down to Melbourne to go for a ride in...
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