The Rolls-Royce lifestyle, 1957. At a midwestern motel somewhere on the Big California Adventure, middle sister Claire tends to Pat's hair while Pete schleps sleeping bags.
Photo: Ozzie Lyons www.petelyons.com
Bet you’re thinking of Fangio’s transcendent victory at the ’Ring. The launch of the Fuelie Corvette. The beautiful Scarabs. Jaguar’s fifth win at Le Mans, the third in a row for the immortal D-type. That year saw the end of the Mille Miglia, but Sputnik went up then, too.
For sure, 1957 was a year of milestones, but what made it really special for me was getting my driver’s license and then helping my dad drive his 1936 Rolls-Royce Phantom II clear across the United States, from New York to the West Coast. And then all the way back. “Crash-box” transmission and all.
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