racing

the grand prix from CSR brno, 1956, three years before yours truly entered this world, franta, cobbled streets, pudding basin helmets, dustbin fairings, massive crowd's lining the streets, no armco, no straw bales, no air catch fences,  just concrete posts ready to maim and hurt any mortal who overcooked it, brilliant, especially with the chezch commentary and the eastern european rock and roll soundtrack......