Two years ago, when BlogF1 was in its infancy, I asked readers to tell me why they loved the Monaco Grand Prix so much. The answers were great to read, so after a couple of years and with an increased readership, I thought I’d ask the question again. This time however, to balance the conversation, I would like to include those who don’t like the race. For whatever reason, Monaco sparks passion, and now its your turn to tell others about what the Monaco Grand Prix means to you.
For me, I love the race. I’ve never had the opportunity to attend, but the Monaco Grand Prix is perhaps the most glamorous and heritage-filled event on the calendar. From the casino and its blind and bumpy corner to the yachts in the harbour, the Times 100 Rich List walking around their town and the drivers commuting from their homes to and from the paddock each morning and evening. The audience hanging over private balconies to catch a glimpse of the cars, the marshals standing so close to the cars they could almost reach out and touch them. The drains and manhole covers, the speed limit signs and lamp-posts all featuring the same frame as a 150mph machine.
The flip is perhaps the lack of action. Monaco has given us some truly tremendous races, but all too often, the tightness of the track means overtaking is a premium. Many races are won and lost the day before in qualifying, and that can lead to a monotonous parade of flash motors. I’m sure the teams don’t get on too well with Monaco either, being squeezed into the cramped pit garages with nowhere for their lavish motorhomes and PR centres. Although the pits have been re-designed this year to accommodate more luxuries, it is still the tiniest of pitlanes on the calendar.
But what about you? I love/hate Monaco because…