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.
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…
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