All seemed very right with the world as we stood around, chatting, in the Osterreichring paddock that glorious Friday morning in August 1986. "Good to be back at a proper circuit, isn't it?" said Bernie Ecclestone. He spoke for all of us.
The weekend before, Formula 1 had ventured for the first time to the Hungaroring, and if these days it is apparently regarded by many drivers as something of a classic, its tortuous turns and chicanes did not sit well with that generation. "I should have brought a bloody go-kart," growled Alan Jones.
Now, though, we were back to the swooping Osterreichring, a place savoured - and feared - by all who ever raced there. In Hungary the fastest race lap, set by Nelson Piquet, had been a little over 98mph; in Austria Gerhard Berger's mark was almost 149mph, and in qualifying - turbo boost off the clock - he and Benetton-BMW team-mate Teo Fabi had lapped at 160mph.