It’s easy to lose all awareness of the outside world when one is in the thick of covering a MotoGP weekend. But not even fundamentalist motorcycle people, who wouldn’t be seen dead in a car paddock, could pretend to not know that Formula 1 was running its circus roughly 400 kilometres from the Qatar Grand Prix.
Gone are the days when MotoGP and F1 were unlikely to clash, or at least wouldn’t clash in the same time zone. Both series seem to reflect humanity rather well with their heartfelt belief that growth is the ultimate measure of goodness in all things (apart from grid sizes, it appears), which means we’re saddled with two unhealthily swollen calendars. And there are only so many weekends in the year.
