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10 Reasons why Russia is not an automotive desert

A few days ago I made fun of Russian cars. My new friend Vladimir Putin was not amused. Apparently by agreeing to a Russian Grand Prix I have been bestowed with a certain responsibility to improve Russia’s automotive reputation in the rest of the world.

So here goes. I had my assistants collect some prime examples of Russian automotive goodness. And goodness me, this magnificent country has achieved a lot more than I expected. Whatever you may think about their industrial strength, the spirit’s already there. It’s amazing what a determined Russian can do without too much technology. God knows what’s going to happen when they get their hands on some state of the art F1 high tech.

‘Priceless’ I’d call it, where it not for the fact that everything in Russia has a price. Everything. So without further ado, I present to you ten amazing automotive achievements of the Empire of the East. Click on any picture, or click on the first and scroll through all of them.

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Putin really seems to think I’m the saviour of Russia

He sent me this picture. Apparently I’m the uncrowned King of Russian motor racing now. It’s a good thing that I’m not easily flattered, otherwise I’d be, well, flattered.

The Russian Grand Prix can’t come fast enough

I’ve just spend a day in the bleedin’ country and believe me, it’s about time somebody started to spread the automotive message around here.

It isn’t for lack of enthousiasm. They just don’t have a clue. Or decent repair shops. Or spare parts, for that matter.

So what do the Russians have? A fixation on exhaust pipes, for one thing.

I know, wood consists of carbon-based fibres. But it’s not the same thing. Really.

And I don’t even know where to start on this one. Continue reading

So now I’ve become a tour guide

I shouldn’t’ve made that joke about the Maldives. All of a sudden every politician and their brother are all over me because their bloody backwater is supposed to be an ideal venue for the next Grand Prix.

Here’s just another day in the Singapore paddock: I’ve got a Chicago politician in tow, some Russian Deputy Prime Minister whose name is Dimitri Cossack (I’m not making this up), and a Prime Minister of Mauritius whose name I won’t even begin to pronounce. All three are eager to impress me with their countries’ prowess, and the countless millions of locals that are supposedly pining to have two dozen racing machines screaming through their respective neighbourhoods. On top of that, the Chicago pol has a really crappy camera.

But who knows what the future holds? Hard to tell if, silly as it may seem now, Continue reading