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I’ll be the first to admit that racing is not my sport. My heart belongs to football, my soul to Chelsea. Full disclosure: I’ve seen the Formula One (F1) Grand Prix on TV over the years, but I wouldn’t call myself a fan. In fact, I had never considered going to the event.
Surely it was a place for petrolheads and other motor enthusiasts, I thought. Mostly male, probably aged in their 40s and 50s, looking to spend a weekend away from the wife and kids.
However true that impression may…
