Heaven forbid that it should happen, but in the event of a fatality or a serious accident in any major motorsport event this weekend, you will know about it within minutes. By the end of the day, you will have full detail, either precise or formed by many opinions regardless of their integrity. But you will have a focus; an explanation of some sort for the cause of your distress.
Fifty years ago, it wasn't like that. Not in the slightest.
Early in the afternoon of Sunday 7 April 1968, I received a phone call from a friend and fellow enthusiast.