Nordic, you've made me all wistfull now.
The 80's were the wilderness years for me when I was away most of the time down in the filthy fuel oil smelling boiler rooms of supertankers - or bilge diving for the golden rivet
Hence, I didn't get to see much sportscar racing (or dry land come to think of it, or the sun, oh well.....I digress).
Pretty much the only contact we had with the outside world was via the BBC World Service and morse code messages from passing seagulls.
Anyway, I've had a word with Herbert George Wells, and I'm booked on the next journey back in time, to a year of my choice, so 1986 it is.
Plus, I'll be able to put in a block booking with the ACO for MB tickets for 2006.