Following the sale of my beloved Atlanta Thrashers hockey team to a group in Winnipeg, I knew I couldn’t leave Aerys and I needed something else to write about. With a US Grand Prix almost all set for next year, and my affection for this sport reaching new highs, I knew Formula 1 was the way to go.
My running joke is that I was born on the wrong continent, without a go-kart. A friend once told me I could not be a Formula 1 driver because of the scandal that would quickly follow…it only would involve two other things: Bruno Senna and a plate of cupcakes. I will probably never drive professionally, but I will let even the professionals plant dreams in my head.
I remember my parents attending the Indy 500 almost annually when I was a kid. I remember our first trip to Chattanooga, Tennessee, involved a stop at the museum in Indianapolis. I remember attending a CART race at Road America, and I had a weird attachment to the little driver card for Jacques Villeneuve.
I never watched Formula 1 until 2007, and even then I wasn’t paying attention. It wasn’t until the next season when the true love really started. I do believe it had something to do with Sebastian Vettel having his first full season and win at what has become my favorite track but I digress…
My love for cars extends beyond Formula 1, but not to most other major racing series. I know, I know, I’m weird. I’m also a huge fan of the American Le Mans series, and have attended Petit Le Mans for the past four years. I have been the proud owner of an Acura Integra for the past 4 years, despite many people’s attempts to tear us apart…I’m looking at you, lady who can’t pull out of a parking space. In any case, we still have plenty of fun together, even if it means I can hear the rear left tire rubbing on the car when I’m having a good bit of fun.
When not talking nonstop about the latest race, wondering where to use my powers next hockey season, or driving around aimlessly, I enjoy baking, tea, and even studying so I can perhaps finish my economics and political science degrees in the next decade.
email: saturdaynightriot[at]gmail[dot]com
Practice Makes P1 will be your place to get Formula 1 news from a female American fan perspective. F1 news is not usually reported widely by the usual sports news suspects. I want you, my dear reader, to want to also wake up at 8am on a Sunday for a race, or find one of the only sports bars in Paris for race watching (fun fact: only female American fan there). And if you like a bit of eye candy, well, I won’t have the grid girls covered, hint hint…
Hi, Amanda. I have this strange feeling that you and I are like sisters from another father. I, too, am a female American F1 fan: the only difference is that I’m an engineering student who wants to be an F1 engineer for one of the teams.
Please click on my name (if you’d like) to get in touch with me. I’d be more than happy to hear from you.
Thank you
(my name is Hannah, by the way)
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Heh, turns out if you click on my name, it’ll take you to my blog.
Eh, well, if you’d like to email me, here’s my address: nicholsonhannah6(at)gmail(dot)com.
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