Ah, Spa-Francorchamps, the stuff of legends, where dreams are made, and weather forecasts go to die. For eons, I’ve been regaled with tales of its breathtaking beauty and its charmingly erratic microclimate. They said it could be sunny and rainy simultaneously on the same straight. They said the weather could change faster than a social media influencer changes outfits. And let me tell you, they weren’t kidding.
So, armed with this nugget of wisdom, I embarked again on a journey to Spa, armed with the rain poncho, a sun cream, and a healthy dose of skepticism. Lo and behold, it turns out checking the forecast is about as useful as reading tea leaves. But fear not, dear reader, for at Spa, you truly have it all. Sun, rain, hills, and if you squint hard enough, some rather fetching green backgrounds.
And let’s not forget the pièce de résistance—the cars. But not just any cars, mind you. We’re talking about the cream of the crop here—Porsches, GT40s, Chevrons—each one more iconic than the last. It’s like a car enthusiast’s fever dream come to life.
Now, you might be wondering, “But what about the practicalities? What about the gear?” Ah, fear not, for I come prepared. Thanks to the marvels of modern technology and the benevolence of my gracious partner, Sony, I was equipped with their finest weatherproofed A1 bodies and GM lenses. Because let’s face it, you never know when you might need to snap a photo in the midst of a monsoon.
So, there I was, two days after Spa Classic 2024, still reeling from the sensory overload, but with a smile plastered on my face. Ah, the joys of motorsport photography—where exhaustion and elation go hand in hand, and where every shot is a testament to human perseverance and the wonders of waterproofing technology.
And so, dear reader, as I bid adieu to Spa-Francorchamps, I do so with a twinkle in my eye and a heartfelt thank you to Sony for keeping my working dry and my spirits high. Until next time, Spa. Until next time.