Summer breaks always make me reminisce of old times, when cars and circuits were beautiful, drivers weren’t wimps and whingers, and even photographers were courageous. Look at this little tableau at the famous Virage du Paradis (ah, the name alone), just before the final straight in Rouen-les-Essarts, during the French Grand Prix of 1964.
I know, I know, this was before safety was invented. But still.
(Thanks, loyal reader David, for the photo.)