Sometimes I wonder what I’m watching when I travel the world to report on international sportscar racing. Not motor racing as I knew it, I'm prone to moan. It has become too controlled, too choreographed, if you like. I’m thinking Balance of Performance, strict limits on car development, convoluted safety car regulations and the like. But the Imola 6 Hours last Sunday went some way to restoring my faith in the branch of our sport that I’ve made my life.
The second round of the World Endurance Championship was a cracker. Not because of any real doubts that Ferrari was going to win the race, but on account of the uncertainty over who was going to take the finishing positions behind the best of the 499P Le Mans Hypercars. Was it going to be the yellow customer Ferrari, the other factory car, a Toyota, a BMW, an Alpine or a Porsche? We really didn’t know as the clock ticked down in an absorbing final hour.
