Days of innocence. It's 1965 at Watkins Glen, and Jim Clark wears a "woolie" against the October chill. Note how his casual garb, even more casual roll-over bar of his Lotus, and the complete absence of downforce devices (dangerous as all this may seem now) somehow enhance the driver's significance?
Photo: Ozzie Lyons - www.petelyons.com
Occasionally here you may notice me express disdain for the twisted state modern Formula One has gotten itself into, but I have to confess that as I watched its self-immolation at Indy, I was surprised to feel sadness.
Apparently, I still care.
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