TITLE

As I drove to glory, I saw my sister crying

AUTHOR(S)
JONATHAN McEVOY
PUB. DATE
October 2017
SOURCE
Daily Mail;10/7/2017, p106
SOURCE TYPE
Newspaper
DOC. TYPE
Article
ABSTRACT
THERE was to be no visit to Geronimo Shot Bar, a dangerous location for the travelling Formula One pack, in Tokyo. Max Verstappen was already flat on his back before the first glass was tapped.
ACCESSION #
125507901

 

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