Apart from the lack of noise, which they are solving as you read this by all accounts, I’m enjoying F1 this year. There is proper racing going on all the way up and down the field, and the title chase between Hamilton and Rosberg looks like developing into a right old dust-up before the year is out.
So here’s some speculation about what might happen next year, just to put the cat slightly closer to the pigeons.
Scenario 1: Lewis Hamilton wins the championship for Mercedes this year then decides he wants a fresh challenge and goes to Ferrari, but only if the Scuderia agrees to (a) hire Adrian Newey and (b) allow Fernando Alonso to leave and drive for Mercedes alongside Rosberg.
Scenario 2: Nico Rosberg wins the championship, Lewis Hamilton gets the hump and tries to (a) persuade Red Bull to take him instead of Daniel Ricciardo or (b) tries to persuade Ferrari to take him instead of Kimi Räikkönen.
Scenario 3: Lewis Hamilton wins the championship and decides to stay at Mercedes and aim for Vettel-style world domination, so Nico Rosberg gets the hump and goes to Ferrari while Alonso moves to Mercedes. This is unlikely to happen, however, because (a) Mercedes wants a German driver in its team and (b) not even Mercedes could manage Alonso and Hamilton together under one roof – although for the rest of us it would be a decent bit of entertainment watching them try.
Scenario 4: Lewis Hamilton wins the championship and decides to stay right where he is, in the fastest car on the grid, as does Nico Rosberg, despite being thoroughly cheesed off about being beaten by Hamilton. Fernando Alonso will also try to persuade Merecedes and Red Bull and even Williams to build him a race car that’s faster than his Ferrari F14T, but in the end he, too, will stay where he is, having been promised by his employers that they will try much harder in future. They might even persuade Ross Brawn out of retirement to run the team, and also try (but fail) to get Adrian Newey on board.
And so the F1 merry-go-round will keep on turning next year, though possibly without the services of one B Ecclestone, who might finally have to hang up his boots and retire gracefully – hopefully without having to view the world through a set of iron bars.