F1 Las Vegas Grand Prix 2023

A colleague called me two weeks before the F1 Las Vegas Grand Prix with an extra ticket.  At $14,000 for the three-day Champions Club pass, I had to take it. It was a three-day weekend with essentially seven strangers.  And one of the most epic weekends ever. (Michael called epic before we even started and he was right.)

We stayed at the Mandalay, my first time there, so it took a couple trips to learn how to travel the length of The Strip, from the monorail to Excalibur, then the tram from MGM Grand down to Harrah's.  I must have walked tens-of-thousands of steps anyways. Directions to the grandstands and suites were not clear, and my new friends were finding their way as well. We circled a little around Wynn on the first day, but by Day 2, getting to the North and South Koval seating, to the Paddock for a tour (overrated), and down to the Circle was familiar territory.  (I had the app handy, which briefly made me the defacto front-man.) Michael, David, Travis, Chris, Syed, Ali and the few spouses were all welcoming and a great travel bunch.

Day 1 was practice, which was cancelled after six minutes when Carlos Sainz hit a manhole cover, wrecking his vehicle.  My breakout group (Travis and Syed) stayed until 2 AM waiting for action, which started after we left.  Not a good look for F1 on the first day. Had a nice chat with Chris, from Wells Fargo, about Auto Finance, and burned some calories as I skipped eating waiting for food at the event, which they pulled at midnight.  The paddock tour sucked, but I did learn how the tires work.

Day 2 was a few calls and then a nap for me, then dinner at Delilah, an amazing exclusive club.  At $250 a plate, and celebrities around us (OBJ at the next table), it's like no place I'd ever been.  I sat in the hairpin turn with David and Travis for the three qualifying races.  A group of girls came by, and I pulled them up in seats next to us, spending Q2 talking to Casey Boonstra, a model and social influencer from Australia. (Tried to connect her with one of the guys, who quickly showed his true colors, pivoting from bullshitter to lame.) David realized online later we're now Insta famous! Found a slice on the walk back to the hotel. Was returning to my room closer to 4 AM now each night.

Day 3 was the race.  I walked down to the Shelby Heritage Museum for a tour in the afternoon, just down from my hotel.  And then took a helicopter tour of the track at 5 PM as they lit the track.  Got some pefect photos of the layout from above, despite being squeezed in the back seat of the copter so a useless couple could make-out in the front seats and ignore the view. With Travis, Mark, and Ali, I was now in the third spot where we had tickets, in North Koval, I was the only one to sit in all three spots, by chance.  Top deck of the suites, with lobster tail and prime rib, I grabbed us a table along the glass, before upgrading us slowly to seats along the track bar, and finally seats in the second row from the track. (I even dragged a barstoool to the trackside... no shame, not for that seat price, I was having a good seat.)  It was an amazingly competitive race, I put $100 on Sainz, who finished 7th following a bad penalty, and the other guys placed theirs as well once I did. Hard to put words to the race, but with a great view down both ends of the straightaway, direct line to the Sphere, and perfect cool weather, there's nothing that could have made it better.  And fireworks.

We had an invitation to the after party at Delilah, which I didn't intend to go, but we all met there after.  More than 200 people lined up down three halls in Wynn to get into the club, and Tony LePenna the owner escorted us past the ropes and security, and into the bar first. I grabbed us a couch and chairs near the bar, to anchor us for the evening.  I'm quite predictable, I provide a center point so no one is lost, and everyone has a good time, including two girls looking for their way, Katie and Charlotte, who offered a good 45 mins of conversation, and a couple phone numbers (which are of no use to me at this age!)  So my reputation as 'the player' (Ha!) lands quickly, and endears me to the group, getting plenty of offers to go clubbing the future (I've always been a good wingman.)

We made a nice thank you video for Tony, I unexpectedly flew home next to Becky who was on the same flight returning from a bike ride in Nevada, and being very short on sleep with sore feet, I come away with memories that were unimaginable just a few days earlier.  And now I have an F1 team going forward, Ferrari is it.

September 2023

I had free tickets to a speed show at the M1 Concourse in Pontiac, Nick and I got up early on a Saturday to drive up.  On the road to enter the highway, a dozen Ford Mustangs pulls in front of us, and Nick voted we follow them in the opposite direction. They had lead and trail vehicles, looking like they were headed to a show.  We followed them for 90 miles down I75, and finally turned off in Lima, where there is a train display in Lincoln Park that Nick wanted to see. He proceeds to explain everything about this engine to me, from journal bearings to water pumps.  Impressive knowledge. And I learned the trains he builds in G-Mod he names after Greek mythology characters. That's his mother's influence right there. We stopped at Tony's on the way back, little diner in Findlay with a great salad bar.

Summer 2023

I'm sure Nick will look back on his childhood and my yelling voice will be what echos in his ears.  I told him, "Do you ever get annoyed that I never let up?"  He says, "Yes, but you also never let me down."  So that's something.  Most of this month was 'nipplegate' as he has an infected body part that requires ointment and care, don't ask how he injured it. He's in better shape than the beetle that Brandi deep-fried on the back porch, it crawled into her fish fry and she flung it out to the pavement nicely battered.  Fancy meal for the ants.

We had some more heavy winds this month, threats of bad weather.  My father says, when there's risk of a tornado, he stuffs his pockets with cash before he hunkers down in the crawlspace or the hallway.  So we know his body will be worth hunting for! Nick wouldn't know it hit us, he'd be head-down in a 'prop jam' with his buddies online.

The summer months have been uneventful, mostly driving practice, which at this point I'm confident he's ready to drive alone.  That means he's ready to drive to school in the fall, which we practice back and forth to school often. There's a new joint next to school called Sunrise Skillet which Nick likes the food, so that's a motivator. We've got him a good parking spot, back of the lot, by a post, not under a tree, etc. We scouted the lot one morning and noted all the best spots before picking one online.  Very pleased with the one we got. He needed a nudge to get a haircut for the start of school, which you'll see he got at the deadline, photo here from the first day of junior year.

I got to a Mud Hens ballgame with Jay late in the season, there's a photo here of Nick washing his car one evening after we finished mowing Grandpa's lawn, a little outdoor picnic with the HOA neighbors, and I bought a truck (because Nick is going to want his car here soon, and I wanted a truck), those pretty much sum-up the summer.

Jason

Jason's UK Trip

Taking my own space here for my trip to the UK this month.  Following a week in scorching-hot Ft. Worth at the Texas Motor Speedway for a squircle (square steering wheel) clinic, I flew out to the UK for a full work week with my team, a retirement lunch, and to meet the folks we just acquired from C_ and H&P.

Mark Carpenter was an outstanding host for six days, from my travel arrangements and putting me up in The Birch at Selsdon (it's the big sprawling building that looks like a school or a prison in the photos), to my chauffeur on every trip, and wingman on most meetings.  Sunday when I arrived we stopped at the White Lion pub for a warm-up, then had dinner at The Botley Hill Farmhouse, alongside the Sheep Room, out in the 'country' (we were still only a few miles south of London, just outside the M25.)  It was my first time on the other side of the road, and after about a week, I did adjust (but never had the courage to drive.)

Monday was Mick's retirement lunch, which he arrived late and left early.  The book that Claudette made for him from photos and quotes was impressive, including having ChatGPT write the farewell address. Working with the team from the office most of the day was a great experience, felt like I'd always been there, bantering with my dry Brits, and cranking away from Mick's desk.  If I moved in permanently, I'd be welcome.

Tuesday was filled with a trip under the Thames and into town for Ford of Europe meetings, my first time meeting these clients in person. As we travel around, Mark took time to show me many of the suburbs be knew well, including his Catholic grade school which was named Regina Coeli.  I kid you not. So much was about the age of the buildings and the architecture, the oldest church I encountered was erected in AD800.  My hotel room was open to the prairie-like landscape, which was a gold course that was returned to natural growth.  One night only there was a party and music outside my window, which they shut down by 10 PM, otherwise it was a peaceful stay.

Wednesday was back in the office, and in the evening I finally got my fish and chips.  My hotel was a short walk from a little downtown area of South Croydon, so I wandered down a couple times, for a pizza, or to peer into the pub, watch the locals, just take things in.  Even a sandwich from the grocery was interesting, once I got comfortable making purchases in GPB and doing the math in my head.

Thursday we ventured into East London to the C_ offices, where it took an hour to get in by train, so I got a pretty good idea of how the trains run (still got there by train faster we got into the offices once inside the building!)  Productive sessions in general, but mostly 'bullshit bingo' from the top, as Mark referred to it.  We walked back to the train along the river, and past Shakespeare's globe, which I didn't appreciate, but Brandi knew what it was.

Friday was my one day for sightseeing, and despite Mark not walking well, we walked for miles, he was insistent.  We went up in the London Eye to look down on the city from above, and then took the path along the west side, past the House of Commons, along the typical parade routes, to a nice Italian lunch, and finally to Fortnum and Mason where I had a hamper assembled for Brandi and shipped back to the states (tasting all the sparkling tea options while the concierge took care of us; she was stoic and British as she could be, but Mark and I had her snickering a little, we were having too much fun.)  So I experienced the trains, the cars, Heathrow, and the Ferris wheel, pretty close to a full experience.  Even on the drive back to the airport on Saturday Mark drove me past a castle that belonged to Henry VIII, every run was something to see.  Personally and professionally, it was a great trip.

Pics here in the 2023 album.

June 2023

We're watching a WWII documentary in color for a couple nights, of course without Nick as he's burrowed in his room, and he wanders down while the narrator mentions the twelve ships that attacked Pearl Harbor.  Nick casually rattles off all twelve ship names, grabs his snacks, and wanders back up the stairs.  And mumbles a bunch more stuff under his breath that the moderator gets to eventually.  Proving there's something in that head of his.  Like when we're watching the fireworks from our bedroom window and he lists all the chemical elements that make up the different colors of the fireworks.  But he remembers nothing like his laptop, we had a tornado warning one evening and he grabs the laptop before rushing downstairs for shelter.

We got out a little, but Brandi was gone part of the month to PA to see family.  I saw a Tigers game which was almost Cabrera's last home run (he hit two more right at the end of the season), sat alone in the fancy seats on the 1B side for a true double header, played hooky from work. Haven't done that often enough thru the years.  We got up to Greenfield Village for Motor Muster and lunch at Ford's Garage one weekend, where my friend Andrew was showing his '65 Mustang, and we walked around looking at cars for a couple hours, and Nick got to see some steam engines.  And one evening Nick drove him and me up to Atwater Street Tacos in Flat Rock and sat along the river, dined outside for a little fast dinner, change of pace, and some good driving practice.

Brandi and I got our annual strawberry picking in at the last minute, as the season was on-and-off this year with unpredictable weather. It's always worth a couple of pies and some shortcake, and we bumped into Kim and Ellanora there on our way out.

Carrie and the boys came into town and we got one morning with them at the Toledo Zoo. Nick was a good trooper, ran with the Gabe and Ethan (who are both 5-years old), carried them around, chased them, and helped us corral them.  I chased for one minute and that was my entire burst of energy.

Nick got me a Father's Day card with a sperm on the front that says, 'I used to live in your balls... from your fastest swimmer.'  And he signed the card, "At one point in history I was #1 in sports."  Best card ever.

Pics from throughout 2023 here.