You know when you think you’ve seen someone famous, like Lewis Hamilton or me. you convince yourself it’s just someone who looks like them.
And so I had a job in persuading my fellow revellers at Grand Kadooment, the closing parade of the Barbados Carnival, that it was actually Lewis on the float.
Lewis should be there right now… he is, every year in the land of his forefathers. As should I as was before Let’s rumba in Barbados My kiss with Rihanna
But www.visitbarbados.com instead he is in Austria whizzing around the track in that country’s Grand Prix.
Alas without the cheering petrolheads who go from circuit to circuit following their favourite boy racers.
One solution would be to have a series of purely road races so we could all see.
And nobody does that quite like the most famous race of them all… Monaco.
Me? I can’t even get out of the pit lane in my Fiat 500.
Don’t worry, Lewis, I’m no threat. And besides I’d rather be driven around the Cote D.Azur in a speed boat anyway… The Boat D’Azur and https://www.google.ie/amp/s/about-france.com/mobi/index-amp.htm.
Everyone should visit Lewis’s home, Monaco (it’s one of four globally actually) if they’re in the French Riviera on holiday.
It’s only one of those great French train journeys around stunning cliffs and we took it from our camp base in St Raphael.
Full reveal here… we pulled down the shutter when the ticket conductor came around.
Not the first, or last, time we tested the officials, or gendarmes’ patience on that post-school holiday.
And back to Lewis’s beloved Barbados. We chased him down the street… he’s used to everybody being in his slipstream.
His float though was going a little slower but as you can see from the picture he ended up giving us the bum’s rush.
So until the next time it’s back to playing with my toy racing cars.