Formula 1 had become a boring, high-speed mess for our scribe until he joined the car-crazed fans in Montreal. Can the screams of the Sirens, the smell of the crowd, and a populist driver named Kubica lure him back at the Canadian Grand Prix?
In Montreal, the natives call the event “the formula.” The red lights go off, adrenaline kicks in, streets downtown are closed off to party, and Ferraris appear as though spawning. Fans from everywhere flock to the cathedral of noise, the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve, on an island in the Saint Lawrence River, drawn there by the high-decibel song that always makes me think of Odysseus and his men lured by the Sirens in The Odyssey. It’s a sound both intoxicating and dangerous, one you simply can’t ignore. For Montreal’s thirtieth Canadian Grand Prix last June, the song of the Sirens was not exclusive to the track. Downtown was rocking, too.