Posts Tagged ‘Kravitz’

Many Kravitz?

Friday, February 17th, 2012

The increasingly crustified latter-day statesman of vintage rock, Mr Lennington “Leonard” Kravitz will be appearing live on stage, performing a medley of his biggest hit at the Australian Grand Prix this year.

Kravitz, 68, is perhaps best known in F1 circles for being the father of pit-lane reporter Theodore Leonard “Ted” Kravitz, who was named after the unsuccessful 1970/1980s F1 team Leonard Kravitz Racing.


“Are you gonna go my way, Ted? Well, are you?” – Leonard, desperately in need of a Slash, yesterday.

It is unclear whether or not Kravitz Snr will be bringing his marmoset with him to the concert.


“You must push with much force,” said Lenny to his marmoset.

Regardless, a Blarney good time is guaranteed for all, with Irish hardcore outfit The Cranberries also scheduled to appear at the event (performing their popular song Lingonberry, no doubt), alongside everyone’s favourite political folk activists from County Dublin, The Wolfe Mother.

Boring? Not if it’s only a 10 lap race. And if those are at the end. And if there are no engine problems.

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

Well, well, well. So the Renault engine in the Red Bull car is 10kg per race more fuel efficient than the Ferrari giving it an estimated 9.8 seconds advantage over the course of the Bahrain G.P. Which is why, according to the BBC’s Ted Kravitz (are you going to go my way, Ted, are you?) the race, toward the end “would have been rather exciting,” had the Renault engine lasted the distance.

Which it didn’t. The point being that fuel loads would have evened out and the Ferrari being the same weight.

So Ted, perhaps we should just make the races 10 laps long and start everyone off with the same amount of fuel. Perhaps they could also play loud music and serve popcorn and hot-dogs. Or perhaps we could just have a race that starts at the beginning, goes on for a while and finishes at the end. It’s not the ‘tortoise and the hare,’ it’s Formula 1. Maybe it would be more exciting if they were all forced to use steering wheels from Juan Manuel Fangio’s Alfa Romeos and only get information from their team at pit-stops.

That would put the cat among the pigeons methinks.