Watching trackside during the Monaco Grand Prix weekend always reminds me why I love this sport.
The strategy element has always been a favorite, but the sensory aspect of motorsport is unparalleled. Standing at the chicane — safely tucked behind a barrier before I eventually venture towards where the photographers sit — I like to close my eyes and take the scene in.
The sounds of the cars barreling past. The smell of the sea and rubber. The feel of the wind coming in bursts as cars come by, one by one.
There’s nothing like seeing how the drivers handle the cars, coming within inches of some barriers at certain corners. The margin for error is razor thin.
It’s what makes qualifying even more impressive. The pressure is on to nail six or seven laps to secure that coveted spot at a track where overtaking is incredibly difficult due to the tight confines of the circuit and the size of these cars.
Sunday may be about management, so the drivers can maintain their spots — or advance if the rare moment arises — but that doesn’t negate the hard work of Saturday or the magic of Monaco.
