Miami Grand Prix: A Poor Kid’s Perspective On Formula 1’s Indulgence

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I have this running joke that I grew up white trash. It’s not quite true, but it’s not quite a lie, either. I experienced plenty of privilege, but we also couldn’t afford daily school lunches or family vacations or new cars or, for a long time, a place to live. Existence was an exercise in what I came to call…

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