Goodwood in 1986 was at the same time both entirely like and unlike it is today. Fully twenty years after it had last hosted a race meeting and used for testing only intermittently thereafter for testing, it was in a fairly dilapidated state, a poor shadow of both its former and latter self. But the track was exactly the same fast, technical and tricky track it is today, but even more dangerous because the tyre barriers were completely fossilised and there was by my recollection no gravel anywhere at all.
At the time I knew nothing of the place, but had turned up in the Caterham and somehow persuaded a bunch of my idiotic mates to drive down to watch my heroics.
My eldest brother volunteered to take me round to show me the layout and for some reason let me drive his mid-engined Renault 5 Turbo 2. At about 30mph with threats of capital punishment if I so much a put a wheel off the track. And it all looked so terribly easy. These were barely corners at all.
I accept that what I should then have done in got is the Caterham and trawled round, lap after lap, slowly building speed, understanding the character of this unique circuit. But that’s not what happened.