Monte Carlo saw the 2008 debut for the motorhome I use in conjunction with fellow hacks Mark Hughes and Simon Arron for a proportion of the European GPs.
It was all a bit 11th hour this year. There'd been a lot going on at home and I must confess to falling out with 'the bus' a little when a relay packed in on the way back from Monza last year. It suddenly refused to tick across from petrol to LPG. Milan to Southport on petrol with a V10 probably cost about the same as renting a Lear jet for a season.
Anyway, it breezed through the MOT and after an LPG service and a boat across the Channel, Mark and I started the long schlepp to the south of France.
En route I lifted the hood to check the oil. No problem there, but the battery was spitting like a cat whose tail you've just trodden on. Being maintenance-free, I couldn't be accused of not having maintained it.