After we went to Silverstone to search the British GP in 1971, these hay bales made a friendly desk for our picnic lunch. And, as I used to be handiest 6, I could maybe stand on them and gather the next, uninterrupted, look of the vehicles, 20feet away, hurtling spherical Copse Corner, with me without lengthen in the firing line if they spun off…

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