You know how it is; people say it's a sign of age when the policemen appear younger. In this business, it's the same with racing drivers. Time was when I looked up to them as my seniors; then we were the same age; then it suddenly dawned I was old enough to be their father. Now, worst of all, I'm older than some of their Dads.
Now that Lewis Hamilton has made his decision, I'm reluctant to predict how he will get on at Mercedes.
Maybe by the time you read this, we will have been put out of our misery after someone decided how many millions Lewis Hamilton will be paid next year. And, more importantly, by whom.
Professor Sid Watkins was buried during a private ceremony in his beloved Borders region of Scotland on Tuesday. A lone piper played a lament, a haunting sound that spoke for thousands of people around the world who had the privilege of knowing this wonderful character. And a few of the racing drivers among them can honestly and thankfully say they are alive today because of the efforts of the man known affectionately as 'Prof'.
Jenson Button spent most of Tuesday in the simulator at the McLaren Technology Centre (MTC); on the same day, Lewis Hamilton was attending a charity function in London with Olympic champion Mo Farah. One event was shrouded in secrecy, the other held in the full glare of publicity. The two locations are separated by just 30 miles but, in terms of where both McLaren drivers appear to be right now, they are worlds apart.
There is no better way to sharpen a Formula 1 driver's priorities than to give him nothing to do on a Grand Prix weekend. His entire raison d'etre is totally undermined by having to stand with his hands in his pockets and join the watching world. It's even worse when he sees another driver climb into his race car.
There is a satisfying symmetry to Alex Zanardi going for gold in the Paralympics next week by starting off his challenge at Brands Hatch. A race track in Germany came close to killing the Italian and now, 11 years on, the British circuit will mark the next stage in the remarkable recovery and reinvention of a truly outstanding sportsman.
The extinguishing of the Olympic flame late on Sunday night paradoxically ignited comparison between the exquisite performances and values witnessed at London 2012 with those created by other sports.
Did you see Michael Phelps make his record-breaking swim in the Olympics? Having helped the USA win the 4 x 200 Freestyle Relay, Phelps posed for photographs by playfully biting the edge of his gold medal. A team effort it may have been but there was no question that this was his personal reward. No one was going to remove that medal from around his neck , but if he swam for Team McLaren, however, Phelps would eventually have to give the gong to the equivalent of the Head Coach.
So, what’s going on at Red Bull? I’m asking the question in this column knowing I could also be writing myself out of a welcome and a nice cappuccino in the Red Bull Energy Station.
How many times have you been asked: "Why do racing drivers do what they do?" It's a question that usually arises when newspapers and websites are plastered with scenes of a motor sport tragedy. The tone of the enquiry usually suggests that anyone pulling on a crash helmet is either lacking in imagination or, in the view of singularly uninformed questioners, possesses some form of death wish.
When Paddy Lowe attempted to make a quick getaway through Silverstone's back gate at 6.45pm on Sunday, McLaren's technical director found the way barred. A farmer, for reasons best known to himself, had taken the unilateral decision to block the mile-long track adjoining his fields.
Lousy weather and talk about tightening the F1 rules are appropriate on the eve of Silverstone. The history of the British Grand Prix is smattered with both but the 1998 race brought a controversial and comic combination of the two.
Those of us living in the UK are preparing to be maxed out with London 2012 Olympics publicity as the British sporting summer reaches its height. As always, some adverts will better than others.
We were talking the other day about the remarkable steps made in safety in motor sport. Time goes so quickly and you have to remind yourself that it will soon be 20 years since that terrible weekend at Imola when we lost Roland Ratzenberger and Ayrton Senna.
Now the debate really gets going. Was the Grand Prix you saw in Montreal on Sunday a race or a lottery? I think Christian Horner summed it up best when he said: "Lottery is too strong a word. It's.....interesting!"
People talk about this being an unpredictable season but, so far, it has nothing on 1982. The Canadian Grand Prix, run 30 years ago this week, summed up that season for all its agony, irony and very little ecstasy.
Sunday's Monaco Grand Prix polarised opinion - as it usually does. You either thought it was a tedious procession or a unique test of tenacity and skill.
So, who's going to win Monaco? You may as well ask if I know the winning number on next Saturday's Lotto. Personally, I love this uncertainty. Others, I know, are less enthused.
Whatever anyone says about the increasingly bizarre nature of the 2012 F1 season, not many would begrudge Williams their first win since 2004. You can talk all you want about tyres and windows and falling off cliffs and the result being a lottery but, when the red lights go out, it is what it is.
It bothered me on 8 May 1982 - and it bothers me now - that I was not as devastated as some by the death of Gilles Villeneuve. The terrible manner of it, yes. But not the actual loss of one of the most thrilling drivers it has been my privilege to watch.
Sauber press release April 30: "Sauber F1Team and Chelsea FC enter into partnership". A hastily convened FIA World Council meeting has presented a daft Code of Conduct to deal with contingencies that might arise from F1's recent connection with championship football. Using the FIA Sporting and Technical Regulations as a guideline, the following helpful suggestions have been made.