Part 3.

The Forbidden City. Was actually a bit of a downer for me as the whole thing is covered by scaffolding for repair work. The Olympics are right around the corner and there seems to be constructing and repair every 2nd street that I walk down.  Bummer. I didn’t go and see the preserved embalmed body of Mao. I think there’s something very very icky about that. That’s just me though.

Across from Forbidden City is Tiananmen Square. There’s 8 lanes of traffic  on the road separating them. Possibly the widest stretch of road I’ve ever seen. Wouldn’t it be perfect for Formula 1?

I can see the ad for it already. Picture this.

That whole long stretch of road completely empty. All 8 lanes empty. No pedestrians, no bicycles, no one. Deserted. You hear the Ferrari before you see it.  It’s a faint drone,  persistently louder and louder. Until it roars into view. One single red Ferrari. It screams towards us in a huge gust of wind and fire and then blazes past the portrait of Mao at the front of the Forbidden City. Then disappears into the distance. Spectacular. Mao’s hair in the portrait rustles a little from the faint blast.

Formula 1 in Beijing.  What do you think?

S*