Some of you may have not yet attended a Grand Prix, some of you may have attended your first GP in recent years and the rest may have fond childhood memories of their trips to see their F1 heroes.  In the old days, I remember going to Monza with my father at the tail end of the summer holidays.  Our trips to Italy normally served the purpose of visiting family, but for my father and I, it was much more than that.  To a young boy, the promise of an adventure on trains and cars through mountainous countrysides with his hero was the ultimate end to a summers dream. I watched Formula One religiously throughout my childhood from a very young age thanks to my father's influence.  I played...
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