Yep, it's a big time of year for religious festivals.
Let's cast a little look back to the same time of year in 2006.
The reason for that particular nostalgia trip was because, at the end, I blogged about a young Brazilian up-and-comer. Name of Bruno.
Bruno Senna. Nephew of a chap named Ayrton.
I watched him drive a F3 car like his uncle did- decimate his opposition on cold tyres on lap 1, effectively ending the race for everyone. Senna first. Daylight second. And goosebumps from me.
Well now the lad is in F1, driving for one of the dubious first-time teams of 2010. I had hoped, back then in 2006, that he wouldn't rush it. He hasn't, but the Hispania Race Team has no design or manufacturer background which fills me with confidence. They only tested the car a week before the opening race in Bahrain (this weekend). A rubbish car and team can be a real career killer, even if you have the talent of Senna and Schumacher combined.
Mind you, back in in 1984 his uncle drove for the little known minions Toleman and almost won a race, before scoring multiple points.
I hope I'm wrong, and I hope he can carry them. In the meantime, let's see how Bruno goes just having fun...