For all its color and commotion, which I do enjoy, I also like vintage racing for the moments of quiet reflection it offers. It’s Monday after the Monterey Historics, and as I review kaleidoscopic mental images from a long, action-crammed weekend, I find what stand out brightest now are sights that seemed relatively muted at the time.
Inside the lofty tent sheltering cars of featured-marque Maserati it was so dim my eyes took a long moment to adjust. The only movement was of people strolling about reverently, as they do in a cathedral. I joined them and began to see…
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