Just as the urge for the occassional right hand turn became nearly unbearable, the doors to Formula One-heaven opened… slightly. By the spring of 1992, I had turned into a virtual Andretti, Unser and Mears all rolled into one. But I was, frankly, also getting pretty bored with constant left turning. My right turning skills desperately screamed for some practice. Just then, a friend of mine dropped by 3 floppy disks he had picked up in a store down town. The disks were labeled: MicroProse Formula One Grand Prix. MicroProse was Geoff Crammond’s latest meal ticket and F1GP his newest game. And boy had old Geoff put the extra resources of recent computer technology to good use. The...
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