Despite all the memes flying around, George Orwell did NOT nail it. Unless you were stuck on the wrong side of the Iron Curtain, 1984 was not a dystopia in which personal freedoms were curtailed by political officers and the need to put the state first.
In the free world, 1984 was precisely the opposite: it was an era of optimism and economic boom… an age where, if you had the money and the desire, pretty much nothing was off-limits. Luckily for eighties people, there was no such thing as email or cell phone cameras in mainstream life… so you could be free without fear of the thought police.
But there WERE car magazines.
The sharp-eyed among you will note that we jumped to the January 1984 issue of Road & Track straight from early 1982, which is unfortunate, as one of the delights of reading this pile of old R&Ts is watching the world evolve, and watching automotive fads, race car technology and concerns rise and fall. I believe the lack of 1982 and 1983 issues probably has something to do with Argentina shutting down for the silly Falklands War in which a former imperial power desperate to maintain some image of being a major player faced off against a country whose military had spent the past century fighting itself for the presidency… a war between clowns.
And by jumping so far ahead, I only found out via the letters column that editor Tony Hogg had died since the last issue I read. So I missed the obituaries and tributes. I’ll see if I can pick up the missing mags elsewhere.
As for the issue itself, a Corvette on the cover is always a good sign. One of the automotive traditions that has been cherished over the years is to watch the editors of car magazines talk about why a car (the Corvette) whose performance is, on paper, on par with the greatest cars in the world ISN’T one of those greats. Of course, modern Corvettes have fixed these shortcomings, but in the 80s, they were in full force. The article talks about these things and, even better, is a piece entited “What is Performance” which also attempts to put this in words.
A couple of interesting Grand Prix reports underlined the fact that, when it comes to F1, 1983 was the season I first started watching. Tambay and Arnoux were my heroes then and sparked a passion for F1 that has only really been ended with the watered-down, boring and, frankly stupid F1 off the last few years. A race in which all the cars finish (because god forbid someone test experimental pieces on their cars), where the only penalty for going off the course is to end up on a concrete runoff area, and where the cars are all pretty much identical because technical innovation is forbidden is not worth watching. And I’ve been missing them intentionally for the first time in my life.
If this gives you the impression that F1 was much better in 1983 than in 2021… then you are correct. With more technical freedom came more cars at every race, loads of engine designs and actual curiosity about who might win the race. Fun, in other words.
The rest of the issue was about par for the 80s course, and entertaining as a period piece.
Gustavo Bondoni is a novelist and short story writer whose latest book is a collection f linked short stories entitled Safe and Sorry. It shows how the lives of apparently unrelated people touch themselves once and again, with unpredictable results. You can buy your copy here.