Monza is upon us this weekend, and I for one am very happy about this. So are lots of other people associated with the sport. Why is this? From certain perspectives it may not be obvious. After all, Monza lacks the gleaming modernity or the seamless organisation of many of the modern venues on the F1 calendar. The place has never entirely shaken its vague feeling of ill-disguised mild chaos. Its layout isn't all that much a driving challenge, being as it made up essentially of straights separated by chicanes. It hasn't always produced enthralling races in recent times either. And as Lewis Hamilton might tell you, the locals aren't necessarily that welcoming.
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There is nothing quite like Monza
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Well, in spite of this there are rather a lot of reasons to conclude that Monza is very special indeed. It's because its heritage is unparalleled: racing cars have been witnessed in wheel-to-wheel combat at Monza going all the way back to 1922, and the layout, other than the addition of chicanes and the coming and going of a fearsome banking section, has for the most part remained untouched in that time. It's because only in one season, 1980, has Monza not featured on an F1 calendar - no other track, not even Monaco, can boast close to that level of ubiquity. It's because the venue has been the scene of the most astonishing and gallant triumph, the most enthralling stipstreaming battle, the most breathtaking split second finishes, as well as the most horrific tragedy.
All of the greats have passed through Monza's gates. Many racing drivers have been defined here, many still have perished. The ghosts of the legends of the past who used to race before a rapt public still seem tangible, still seem to stalk the place; the atmosphere of an Italian Grand Prix at Monza always hangs heavy with a discernible sense of trepidation and mythology. It's because as a weighty reminder of how the sport used to be, the fearsome banking still broods over the Monza track, having witnessed much but now is dormant, yellowing, being ever-so slowly overtaken by nature as the metal perimeter guardrail gently rusts. It's because Monza has always been synonymous with speed; even today it boasts the highest average speed of all. It's because of the sheer passion of the Ferrari-loving
tifosi that gather here annually in vast numbers, bedecked in red, waving flags, and providing an atmosphere with an intensity that is never replicated at any other race. The
tifosi that follow F1 fervently, read about it, are knowledgeable about it, yet none of it dilutes that they have eyes only for the two red cars... It's because of the deep colours of the Italian late summer sun, and the shadows that stretch across the track from the lush trees of the royal park, which tell you that it can only be Monza. And it's because for as long as F1 exists, indeed for as long as machines of speed race one and other, nothing quite like Monza will ever exist anywhere else. Every time F1 is at Monza, despite everything, it feels like the sport is somewhere well-worn, somewhere it belongs. Even if you've never cared to see a Ferrari prevail in a Grand Prix I suggest with all my being that you visit an Italian Grand Prix at Monza one day before you die. And when you do, I defy you to not be touched by the ambiance of the place. If you do manage that then you have my every sympathy.
You've either got soul or you haven't. Monza has it.