Bragging, It Shouldn't Be Done, But It's Such Fun!

Speeding shouldn't be done either, but...

We are armchair enthusiasts. Of what you might wonder? Oh, of just about any sport that is being shown on TV. Maybe not all and sundry. I draw the line at Darts and Snooker which infamously Bob doesn't ! Personally I don't see the magic of throwing a little dart at a round target or trying to hit different coloured balls. Where is the exercise and what do you firm up?

Bob and I have had a long winter of alpine adventures. We stopped short of pretending to stand on skis while the races where shown on TV. Both of us have our favourites and show a ruthless competitive streak at times.

" Your guy is a weakling. He never does the Downhill race! My gal shows no fear & downhills like a champion."

Bob's Skier ( Anna ) is so far trumping my Skier. In fact, his star garnered a few medals recently! Naturally, we would have done & know everything much better. As I said, armchair enthusiasts.

After a long hiatus, the Grand Prix season is finally on the near horizon. A few weeks to go. Bob and I have a set routine for all the races. Depending on the continent it is held on, we go for early or late walks and always end our walk with a pop-in at the local tearoom. They have fresh bread rolls ( from a real baker ) on Sundays. They do cost much more, but a treat is a treat.

When the race is ten minutes away, we have breakfasted and are ensconced on the couch and armchair. There is nothing better than watching a Formula 1 race on Telly. Except...

...Watching it live must be a kicker of note. Of course ear-plugs should be standard issue for all spectators. Moving to the heart of Europe ( yes, since 1989, Burgenland is in the middle ) has so many extra benefits. Can you believe it, this year there are two Formula 1 races held within a 90 min drive from us. Give or take. Isn't that just too marvelous. In case you are wondering which ones: The Hungarian GP & Austrian GP.

The other day I tweeted this little fact to a Formula 1 fan. It wasn't meant as a brag but more as a matter of fact. He was rather envious I think. But the real brag would have been that I live in the midst of a wine producing area. One could say that I could walk to most of the vineyards to buy a bottle of wine...Now that is fabulous and worthy of bragging about!

Biggi