June was a fresh new month for the Formula 1 calendar. The sixth round was behind them now, and everyone looked forward to the seventh round. No one could believe they were nearing the tenth round of the season—just halfway through the calendar.
If things were this stuffy and breathless, the promise of the heat of the season's conclusion was nothing but unbearable tension.
There was no F1 action yet, but the sport was still buzzing off the track and everywhere.
Rodnick had gone on his Twitt account and posted a photo of himself, snapped the moment he stepped away from his Ferrari after the Australian Grand Prix.
The image showed him yanking off his helmet and balaclava, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes glaring toward the stewards' tower, burning with fury.
His title did very little to hide its true context. At the same time, Rodnick ensured it wouldn't warrant a reprimand, leaving the FIA to only growl at it.
