steelmaker83 said:Oh yeah... I still remember my first live Formula 1 experience. It was at Indianapolis—I was crossing that little bridge near the Ascari chicane when two cars roared underneath me, one right after the other. Every hair on my body stood up... honestly, I was so shaken I didn't even know where I was.
That’s exactly what I’m talking about!
Over the years, you forget a lot of things—the details start to fade—but that raw sensation when you hear that sound? That stays.
For me, Indianapolis back in '85 was my own baptism by fire. Back then, you could just park your car right in the park adjacent to the track. My dad and I drove up in our Chevrolet, and as we got close to the circuit, we parked and just sat there in the woods while the roar of those turbo engines blasted through the trees.
I truly lost all sense of direction—just pure, unadulterated excitement.
My dad had to remind me that I was basically just screaming at the top of my lungs. Like Mladen Delić said:
"My goodness, people, is this actually happening?".
My best friend actually got hooked on Formula 1 for the exact same reason—the sound.
When he was about 15, he was out with his cousins at NASCAR, and this is how he tells it...
They were walking through the woods toward the first turn of the old track when suddenly, he hears something behind him.
He turns around, and there’s this black and gold Wolf driven by Scheckter, tearing toward him at full speed with a sound that just freezes your blood.
He hasn't been the same since that moment. Even now, at 53—same as me—he’s still a complete fanatic for Formula 1 and racing.
We were actually at Indianapolis together in 2003... it was absolute madness.
A bigger rush than anything else... (though, I've never tried drugs, so I can't be 100% certain).......
