During my first visit to the Silverstone Classic on Saturday I stood on the spectator banking between Copse and Maggotts and was spellbound by the CanAm 50 Interserie Challenge race.

It was a great duel: Andrew Newall’s ground-shaking McLaren M8F from 1972 set the early pace but as he began to struggle on worn tyres, Rob Hall’s Matra MS670B/C slipped ahead into the lead and went on to win.

The following day I reclined on my sofa watching ITV4’s coverage of the Dunlop MSA British Touring Car Championship. I was enthralled by the racing at the front, particularly in the opening race where Gordon Shedden in his Honda Civic Type R drove astutely to fend off Colin Turkington’s Subaru Levorg, until three-quarters distance when Turkington muscled past and sped away like a cork popping out of a bottle.

Btcc shedden turkington

At some point I remembered the German Grand Prix was also on, but I admit I only half-listened to BBC Radio 5 Live’s coverage. With good reason, because the race was effectively over at the first corner and at the first utterance of the phrase ‘tyre management’ a few laps in, I found some more compelling household chores to absorb my attention. 

Formula 1 used to be the sport that shaped my weekends. From the season’s start to the finale, I’d set alarms for early-start overseas races, negotiate parental permission to eat my dinner in front of the TV or program the VCR if we had an inconveniently timed family outing.