My first trip to Westwood (remember Westwood?) in B.C. with my freshly reconstructed Lotus Eleven was a heady time – my first racecar, and run on a beautiful mountain course – and I proudly set up this still life on Sunday evening – my new gloves and helmet were looking weather-stained, I proudly displayed a pass declaring “Driver,” and the VRC added three medallions and an artificial flower to acknowledge that I’d gotten through the weekend – I was part of the winning relay team, and hadn’t set myself or anything else on fire.
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