It’s 1983. (Days 1-2)

As we have every year since 1975, my father, brother and I are at the Long Beach Grand Prix. And much to my dismay, this will be the last time that it hosts the Formula 1 circus.

Strolling by myself through the packed Vendor Row, I am handed a free issue of some magazine called On Track. It has a cool photo of Niki Lauda on the cover, and since he’s one of my faves, I start flipping through the pages. Read more...

Certainty is the natural enemy of adventure.