“Are there any good Formula 1 drivers?” Stuffed as I was full of turkey and bread sauce, I was not expecting to answer that question on Christmas Day. The calorie-stupefied cogs had barely started turning. Explanations of Lewis Hamilton’s statistical greatness, Max Verstappen’s current crushing domination and Charles Leclerc’s searing speed rose slowly from some dormant brain place after a long season. But the question actually wasn’t the one I’d initially assumed. “Are any of them good people?” Ahh – now that’s an entirely different query.
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