Well, I watched the Indy 500 qualifying. It was... disappointing.
The in-car shots showed the drivers' hands move only imperceptibly throughout an entire lap. Every car remained in the same gear throughout an entire lap. The corners were cambered so that they became non-corners. Every lap was a straight.
Then the American commentator began screaming: "OH MA GAAAD, HE ALMOST SLAMMED THE WALL AT OVER 200 MILES PER HOUR. MAN, HE CAME WITHIN TWO FEET OF THE WALL."
To tell you how big the driver's balls were, they showed the same footage in slow motion 17,943 times. Each time a SHRIEKING American commentator estimated how close to the wall the car got, and therefore how close to certain death the driver was. Each repetition shortened the odds on oblivion. The actual distance was about 18 to 20 inches. Call it 45 - 50 cm.
This morning I watched FP1 from Monaco. The cars turned corners. They changed direction. Several of them "kissed" the barriers. In particular, Vettel caressed the barrier on the exit from a corner causing the gentlest wisp of smoke and making the barrier rock a few centimetres back and forth.
"I hit the wall," Vettel radioed. "Nothing damaged."
"Copy that," said his engineer.
Crofty on Sky's commentary said: "Vettel's got his eye in early for the track. Now why do they call it 'the New Chicane' when it was installed in 1986?"