This was taken waaaay back in 1967 at Willow Springs Raceway in Rosamond, California. Those were the days when racing was more or less affordable, especially in Formula Ford, an entry-level open wheel class that my Lotus was specially made for.
I spent most of my teen years hanging around sports car races, working as pit crew and counting the days until I got my driver's license. Once I had that, I entered the family's MG in local events - my parents always wondered why the tires wore out so quickly - but it wasn't until I was 22 that I had a good job and enough money saved that I could start racing for real.
My rise to Formula One was put on hold when I went in the Peace Corps in 1968, and by the time I got back and settled into a job and a racing-convenient location, the sport was well on its way to being financially out of reach without heavy sponsorship, and while I didn't suck, I wasn't that good yet.
But racing was in my blood (still is, kinda), so I found an affordable alternative - motorcycles, but that's a story for another time.