TtK,
Yesterday, I watched a terrific Jackie Stewart documentary on ESPN. I was thinking of you because the soundtrack was made up of VERY Euro-sounding jazz, easy-listening, library music, etc. And Formula 1 racing -- for someone who like me grew up in the U.S. -- is the epitome of hip and glamourous Euro culture.
That's Jackie being kissed by his wife, who (of course) looks like a model you'd see on the pages of Vogue. As Stewart peers into the camera's lens, you can almost hear him thinking, "Yeah, you should wish you were me!"
I think they're getting ready to go to the Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Lounge.