My, what big yachts you have!: Photos 42 to 57

What do you get when you mix really sexy cars with fabulous Europeans, mega-yachts, the French Riviera, and a lot of screaming testosterone?
I should preface this by stating that regardless of how this is written, it will inevitably come across sounding hoity-toity. For that, I apologize, but who are we kidding... this is the Monaco Grand Prix. The subject matter doesn’t quite lend itself to a humble, penny-pinching, off the beaten track travel narrative.

Formula One racing could quite possibly be the most moneyed sport in the world. And the Monaco Grand Prix is quite definitely the one event of the year that showcases the world’s most moneyed sport best. It’s pretty much glamour, prestige, cha-ching cash, and the kind of scene that makes ghetto rap music video gold-diggers wet themselves, rolled into 78 laps around the flashiest 1.9 square km in the world. I’m sure there are people of all different backgrounds reading this, but I’m also pretty sure that no matter how well you think you have done for yourself so far in life, this crowd is on another level.

One motto Big Sturms has drilled into my head is “Go Big or Go Home.” With

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the yachts remind me of mykonos

the yachts remind me of mykonos