The grass had grown long and dense in the cloudy English spring, and the silver racing coupe – a lean,...
Once or twice over the past few months, I waxed slightly snarky in this space about the plan to revive...
Let me mention up front, I may have to cut this short. Something’s coming up on Speedvision that I just have to watch. I presume so, anyway. There nearly always is. Here, let me show you… Wow! Look at this! (Pause.) Become a Member & Get Ad-Free Access To This...
For all its color and commotion, which I do enjoy, I also like vintage racing for the moments of quiet...
First comes denial. No, it can’t be that bad. The driver will get out ok. There’ll be pain and recuperation...
Mountaineers have their El Capitans, their Eiger North Walls, their Everests. For racers too, certain challenges rise above all others. Le Mans stands among the highest. That’s why I have empathy for 60-year-old Mario Andretti’s apparently quixotic quest to add victory at The Sarthe to his already incredible tally of...
From time to time someone asks how I got into this business – apparently it looks like fun – and...
The rain came down cold, heavy, unrelenting, and my lightweight sweater was instantly drenched through. By half distance I was...
Here’s a sure bet: a lot of what you know about the Mille Miglia, and most of how you feel about it, came through the writings of a short, towering genius of a journalist named Denis Jenkinson. Can there be any racing fan who has not thrilled to the epic...
Spring must be coming because friends are phoning to talk about races we’re going to this year. It’s that sweet,...
After sending in last month’s column, I was prepared for the Editor’s call to discuss corrections, or photo selection, or...
One of the side benefits of the race reporter trade is getting to hobnob with motor racing’s glitterati at their glamorous soirees. Like the night I went to Stirling Moss’s birthday party, where I stuck my camera lens into his cake. It was my first Can-Am at Bridgehampton in 1966....
Hello, Posterity. This is the past calling. Writers and readers being separated by the editor’s deadlines, it’s still 1999 for...
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