40 Years of Daydreams

This Sunday, Ferrari will line-up a pair of turbocharged, ground-effect Grand Prix cars on the Imola grid for their two, young hot-shoes. And I will smile, perhaps raise a glass. Think about what motorsport has given me, and those no longer with us.

The day after the 2022 Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix, Monday 25 April, will be the fortieth anniversary of the first Grand Prix I actively watched. Two young Ferrari tigers; in their turbocharged, ground-effect Grand Prix cars. The story of that weekend started long before the teams arrived in Italy, and the repercussions carried far beyond – but I can’t think of politics & tragedy just now. Instead, join me in watching this through the eyes of a ten-year-old… close enough to the TV that the static tickles your nose.

Racing Daydreams

Colin Johnston is a complex case investigator who brings his professional skills to bear, together with his 40 years of study, in his role as motorsport historian and storyteller. Whether it is writing on this website & elsewhere, fact-checking & identifying historical events, curating social media, appearing on TV & podcasts, or acting as a consultant or advisor; Colin strives to share his experience & knowledge in the spirit of good-humour and generosity

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