Mike Fisherly

📍 ‘When an F1 boss goes gardening, it usually ends with someone else being pruned.’ Christian Horner has stepped back into the spotlight — first in Manhattan, then via a discreet late-night visit to Aston Martin’s Silverstone HQ. He isn’t gardening. He’s shopping. And the whisper is he’s being courted not for a headset, but […]

📍 ‘People think F1 drivers live like rock stars — yachts, parties, champagne.’ In reality, monks get more sleep and far fewer hydration briefings. Pre-season is a cocktail of VO₂ tests, heat chambers and seat fittings so precise they’d make a Savile Row cutter weep. And that’s before the jet lag, simulators and Turn-7-induced existential

📍 ‘The cost cap is like a diet: everyone claims they’re sticking to it, everyone cheats a bit, and someone eventually gets caught with a biscuit.’ Formula One’s budget cap was meant to rein in the excess — yet the sport still burns through money faster than a Mayfair hedge fund at an art auction.

📍 ‘Audi didn’t paint a racing car — they issued a visual warning.’ Audi has finally pulled back the velvet curtain on its entry into Formula One — and what a curtain it is. Titanium silver, carbon black, and a splash of red that looks as if it came straight from a Berlin cocktail bar

Next F1: Las Vegas GP Date: Sunday, 23 November 2025 Track: Las Vegas Street Circuit 📍 ‘Christian Horner linked to an Alpine takeover push, with investors circling and insiders suggesting a deal could dramatically reshape F1 team politics.’ ◼︎ Ferrari publicly backs boss Fred Vasseur amid speculation about Horner to Ferrari, trying to shut down the

📍 ‘A Bugatti’s natural predator is the Speed Trap.’ Bugatti is feeling restless again. After briefly pretending it didn’t care about top-speed bragging rights, the French marque is dusting off its stopwatch. Having just been pipped by a Chinese hypercar — yes, really — Bugatti’s new Tourbillon is being primed for vengeance. If you thought 300 mph was the

📍 ‘It has more mood lighting than a Paris boutique.’ The 2026 Citroën DS Pallas — or so the whispers say — isn’t just a car; it’s a revival of Gallic grace. Imagine the 1950s DS reborn for a silicon age — curves like liquid glass, a floating roofline, and a ride that glides like fine cognac. But