How Cadwell Park settled a farfetched Autosport challenge

For almost as long as I can remember I've loved motorsport. Probably my oldest memory is getting a telling-off from my dad for moaning about wanting to go home from my nan's to watch the 1979 Argentinian Grand Prix in colour. She only had a black-and-white telly and that simply wouldn't do! Despite this, and my fanatical devotion to making sure that I'd scoffed down my Sunday lunch to ensure I was on pole position on the sofa for whenever Grand Prix was on TV, my love of motorsport was hardly indulged.

I can't help but feel a pang of envy when I hear tales of how friends' and colleagues' families would cart them off across the country and Europe to see their heroes in action, while I was left in Bristol reading the pages of Autosport and hanging on to every word of James Hunt and Murray Walker. There was an aborted attempt to go to Birmingham to see the Superprix in 1986, but with the rain pouring down the trip was abandoned before we left the drive.