F1 — F is for family

How deep is your love?

An extremely popular Formula 1 media company recently posted a freelance Formula 1 writing position and asked that people submit 300 words in addition to a CV. I found out I was not selected to be that freelance writer for this media company, which got me a little dejected, so I decided that I would post those words here.

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Sunday mornings, since I was younger, were made for soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the race track. If not in person, on the small TV in the corner of a typical Italian-American sitting room that barely received any American channels but could somehow pull in Italian TV.

There we would watch the race cars in Europe go around the tracks, and we’d cheer loudly for Alesi, Prost, Berger, and later, Schumacher.

It was a family experience even though it was really my uncle that spearheaded the enthusiasm.

As I got older, we’d attend races. Growing up in Connecticut, we regularly took trips to Lime Rock Park for Ferrari and Porsche days.

We’d go karting while mimic…