Picking Up the Pieces at the ’60 French GP.

To me, this fact highlights the–at times–short memory of the Formula 1 racing. In a forward-looking sport, there seems too often to be too little room for reflection. Perhaps, this is best. In life as in sport, perhaps there comes a time when each of us must inevitably step up, pick up the pieces, and drive on.

The 1958 Dutch Grand Prix.

So, I am staring at my notes wondering what to write about…I hate to admit that this whole thing (writing project GP evolved) does not come naturally; however, some posts just are tough to write about.