by Vishnu Dev I saw my first formula one car up close when I was 6 years old. I still remember that moment as if it had happened a few days ago. It was the only thing I found interesting at the science museum that day. It wasn’t the exact car shown in the picture above, but you get the idea. I remember gazing at what definitely wasn’t my father’s Citroën. The long sweeping body that led to a very purposeful looking front nose captured my imagination like nothing I had ever seen before. The large rear wing made it look like a personnel rocket ship that would be used by an alien from another galaxy. I came back home and all I could tell my mother about my field trip was this bizarre new car. I was a fan of cars as a boy, but nothing grew on my mind like that one. It was only a matter of time when curiosity shifted to interest and interest shifted to passion. What I am trying to say with this little sentiment is that I love Formula One. But even the things you love sometimes have the tendency to lose the very charm you love them for.
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