Ah, Barcelona. City of culture, architecture, romance, and processional high-downforce racetracks with too much run-off. The fifth race of the season brought us a massive reversal from pre-season testing just 11 weeks prior, providing a venue for Mercedes to place their ascendancy beyond a shadow of a doubt and for Ferrari to rival the angel Lucifer in their fall from grace. More Mercs at the front, another boring Lewis clinic on managing a lead, a Bottas who forgot to eat his porridge at the start, and the latest installment in Ferrari's strategy comedy of errors. Oh, and an angry Guenther Steiner on the radio. Oh Barcelona, we don't know why we ever think you'll change.
Bahrain silenced all pre-season debate: Leclerc is the real deal. Having thrown down an unmistakable and thorough annihilation of his teammate (and the rest of the field), Charles' maiden victory was cruelly snatched from his outstretched arms by F1 engine gremlins in a race that delivered lights to flag action on track, another ghastly Gasly performance, and a mysterious kill switch that scuttled both Ricciardo's and Hulk's Renaults on the exact same lap.
Rising from the ashes of his 2018 season, Bottas emerges from his deep forest walkabout sporting a beard that's granted him obvious superpowers. Melbourne brought us a good ol' fashioned Hamilton-spanking, some grotesquely bottom-feeding Ferraris, an inexplicable stinker of a drive from Gasly, impressive showings from both Haases and the Alfa of Kimi Raikkonen, and an anything-but-triumphant Renault debut by our boy Ricciardo. And get this... No. Safety. Car. I know, right?