There ought to be somewhere hanging in a closet a suit of clothes an exracing driver can put on without feeling like he is from another planet Something he could wear so that wherever he goes he doesnt get the feeling that everybody is talking another language and doing whatever they do at half speed I liked no not liked I flatout loved being a racing driver driving racing cars I am addicted to it and it is all I know how to do But I dont do it any more I couldnt if I wanted to Question is I thought looking into the mean rustcoloured rock of the mountains in the distance what do I do now