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Fri October 28, 2011
Looking toward next week's Cinematique showing of Senna at Thalian Hall, I'm taken back to the craziness of my teenage fascination with driving fast in fast machines. But unlike other Southern boys I was enthralled by sports cars and European Formula One racing rather than dragsters and stock cars. My heroes were Jim Clark, Graham Hill, Emerson Fittipaldi, and Jackie Stewart. My first car was a 1957 Triumph TR-3 that I found under a tarp in a neighbor's garage. Over the years, my admiration for the athleticism, intuition and intelligence of the great drivers has never waned. The glamor around racing at that level certainly had its allure in my salad days, but, in the end the challenge of pushing one's self and the machine to the highest level of performance was far more romantic than what went on off the track. Enjoy Senna! I'll see you there.