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Blogs > swallowtsui > Hopping Swallow 鍋爐焰焰


swallowtsui 51F
1112 posts
11/15/2007 8:18 am

Last Read:
11/23/2007 8:05 am
MacUp Grand Prix and My Single Seater

Macau Grand Prix, a messing up Grand Prix.

The noise (fm the racing exercise) started 7am something. I live at Hairbin bend, said to be the most challenging bend in one of the most demanding street circuits in the world. Looking out, motorcycles, tour cars, yet no F3 cars. The morning started so, still I did my self-invented w(y)oka.

Would you expect good things in such a MacUp day?

For the first time, I dressed up a formal suit w/ a formal skirt, for i needed to go to the launch of Memories of a Grand Prix -- a memorial book I had a hand in. I finally got out of the Grand Prix area and down the hill, traffic more congested due to blockage of some roads. What happened? A guy in suit greeted me, he's the of Jane (to whom I attributed a blog story year ago). I havnt seen him for 3 to 4 years! 'Suits encounter in Grand Prix.' i feel funny and happy, for I'm looking him for some work.

Fm today onward until Sun. the government will be offering free bus transportation, becoz of Grand Prix! So when i jumped on the bus to the Grand Prix Museum, jampacked!

The book launch ceremony was no less boring than any such ceremonies in Macau. I walked in/btw the displayed Grand Prix cars with a cup of white wine, not willing to talk to anyone. Well, thanks to Bruno Senna, the upcoming F3 driver and also nephew of the greatest Brazilian racer Ayrton Senna (he won the 1983 Macau F3)-- his sunshiny cute face lit up a bit the boredom in the event venue, though they miserably put him to pose in his uncle's exhibited car for photos!

Later out in the street, I saw GP banners here and there...

I told you: don't come to Macau for Grand Prix makes a big mess over the already existent mess. But you dont catch me.

I guess it's better not to relate to GP or to anyone in the world! Let me not see you, you and you, everyone for some wholesome days/months. Let me care nothing but a good sleep, let me go on the road alone, though, like a courageous lonely GP driver in a single-seater!