The moment I broke my leg in April, I contacted Octane Racing, the promoter of the event, and gave them my predicament. My seats in Grandstand 11 are 3 km from the Metro station, and worse, the Metro is (1) basically the only way to get to the track, and (b) not handicap/wheelchair accessible. There are very few stations with elevators, and most are nothing but LOTS of stairs. Crutchers hate stairs.
I thought we would take a taxi to the track. You can do that; it generally doesn't get you much closer, but it's better than a wheelchair inaccessible Metro. I thought I would rent a wheelchair, and travel in a wheelchair the 2.5 km from where I thought the taxi would drop me.
So I called Octane (several times; it's hard to get them to call back) and explained my predicament. No problem, they said. They asked me to send them a note from my doctor, copies of my x-rays, and copies of my tickets. I did, but they gave me the wrong e-mail address (a .com address instead of a .ca), so I waited (and waited) and finally got back to them asking what next. After I finally got them the info they needed, they rush couriered me a parking pass to lot P7. I told them I wanted to take a taxi; I got a parking pass instead.
|The back of the pass|
On the Friday, we drove across the Cartier bridge to the normal access point for Parc Jean Drapeau, where the circuit is. No signs, for F1 or parking or anything. We knew we had to get onto Isle Notre Dame, so we followed the signs for that. Then a truck with a P7 tag pulled a U-turn and got in front of us so we followed him.
|Low traffic in the middle of the island|
|Passing the Biosphere|
|A tent full of Ferraris|
|Some racing team|
|Dudes working on race cars|
|The view of the Casino across the basin|
|Left to P7, right to the exit and where the bigwigs park|
|Hundreds lined each side|
|The cars are 6 deep|
We spoke with a few folks parked there about how they got their passes. Most were handicap folks like us, who asked Octane for them. Some were VIPs, but in a place where George Lucas was at the track, I'm not thinking they were too important.
Getting out of that back-fourty was interesting. On Saturday and Sunday, they open a quick exit to downtown across the Victoria Bridge, which is literally 200 m from the P7 parking lot. On Friday, that exit isn't open because it runs beside the first lock on the St. Lawrence Seaway. So on Friday, you almost retrace your steps, though you actually drive down to other side of the rowing basin, where the REAL VIPs park. Like, say, Raikkonen, Hamilton & Rosberg (the latter two had left by the time we drove by, but Raikonnen's Ferrari was there)...
|Vergne had left, however|
|Walking on water, like all Gods|
Now all we have to do is get one of our group to break their leg every year...