My love affair with Formula1 racing definitely started with the home race of my youth. On Saturdays, the BBC would have a lot of sports events on, and in-between the Horse racing, they would broadcast club racing from Goodwood, Brands Hatch etc. Those races with souped up minis Ford Anglias and, of course, Jags, made me drool. Then F1 caught my attention. Back then, the cars were so slight, small & devoid of driver protection. It seemed as if one could see them sweat as they turned around corners so close to the cameras.
Monaco GP became the bench mark for glamour, The British GP was the bench mark for "true enthusiasts". I suppose because so much of the racing innovation for decades came from the British workshops.
I have just watched Louis Hamilton win the 2016 race, and it was good, but I yearn for those old cars that I dreamed about as a young boy/teenager/ man.
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