The pre-race atmosphere at Silverstone on Sunday afternoon was a fever pitch of sensory intensity. One hundred and sixty thousand British motorsport fans had packed every grandstand and grassy banking from Luffield to Abbey, creating a wall of sound that shook the concrete foundations of the modern Silverstone Wing pit complex. The Northamptonshire sky was a patchwork of scudding gray clouds and sudden bursts of cool summer sunshine, with track…
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