And we all thought there'd be nothing to talk about after another boring race around the fish market in Valencia.
Instead, we have flying cars (and the causes of flying cars), rule breaking, lots and lots of whining about rule breaking, and post-race penalties because F1 gets its panties in a twist whenever the words "safety" and "car" are mentioned.
If every Formula One race were like that we wouldn't have to resort to stupid rubbish like movable wings, (well, wings that are movable sometimes), but not others unless it's the second Sunday in a month beginning with "J" and got out on the left hand side of your bed in an even numbered hotel room that morning. Or something like that.
Fortunately, to readress the excitement/interest, balance and image the NASCAR race was fantastically dull, so fittingly was won by the fantastically dull Jimmie Johnson.