Can it be 50 whole years since the first Sebring 12-hour? I guess I’ve seen this coming, but still, it feels like Big Daddy Time has snuck up and given me a move-over tap on my back bumper!
Good old Sebring. It used to be so important to me, and I think many of us would say the same. Back in the early Fifties, when sports car racing had the thrill of novelty, Sebring was its glamour spot. No, not for the setting. A shabby old WWII air base in the middle of flat Florida, the track was remote, rustic and rough. Yet here’s where the beautiful people came – with their gorgeous cars.
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