Compare this uncluttered pre-race scene from Detroit in 1984 with even the most modest driver today surrounded by an army of personnel and paraphernalia seemingly capable of launching a space probe. This may have been halfway down the grid, but it epitomises the days before data dominated every move of man and his machine.
Martin Brundle sorts out his seat harness, assisted by Kevin MacLeod (sunglasses), while Ken Tyrrell leans into the cockpit and Roger Finnis uses an umbrella to shield his driver from the heat of the Michigan summer sun. Liz Brundle stands alongside Maurice Philippe, designer (with Brian Lisles) of the Tyrrell 012. In the foreground, the weighty air starter for the Ford Cosworth DFY V8.
I watched the race from inside the final chicane, a fast right-left flick onto the pit straight. It was the perfect place to witness Brundle really hustle this nimble little car and embarrass the more cumbersome turbos as he gradually moved from 12th to second and set off after Nelson Piquet.