I worked as the chief engineer at Lola (1969–1981) during one of their most productive and interesting periods. The number...
I stood back watching, as Monterey feted the Fangio marque. Fangio marque? Yes, Juan Manuel Fangio is the only person,...
I drove the Birdcage Maserati for Lucky Casner’s Camoradi Team on three occasions in 1960, beginning with the 1,000 kilometers of Buenos Aires where Masten Gregory and I led until the gearbox failed. At Sebring I was teamed with Stirling Moss and we had built up a substantial lead, but...
1964 Porsche 904 GTS Resplendent in its red and white Scuderia Filipinetti livery, 904 #079 looks lean and lithe and...
A.J. Foyt Pedro Rodriguez 2 Walter Sobraske, machinist for Miller, Schofield, Offenhauser and Meyer & Drake (later shop forman), born...
Maybe I’ll change my mind by the end of the column, but as I tap out this opening sentence, I feel an itch to go back and be a Formula 1 reporter again. Pete Lyons This happens every spring. The off-season has dragged on too long, stimulation and intrigue have...
Photo: Art Evans Gildred & Friend Dear Casey, I very much enjoyed the article about Ted Gildred. I learned some...
Born to a Paris butcher and his wife in April 1937, the late Jean-Pierre Beltoise had won the incredible number of 11 French national motorcycle racing championships, in three years, by the time he was 28. After that, he made a profession out of being a champion of many forms...
If he lasted long enough—that is, if he didn’t get killed in the process—canny observers thought this young South African...
I’d raced the Cosworth-powered Ensign N174 at the 1974 USGP at Watkins Glen, it was my fourth time in the...
This is Fernando Hoyos’ depiction of the 1939 Plymouth raced by C. Hortal in the 2,751-mile-long Gran Premio Extraordinario between the cities of Cordoba and Buenos Aires in Argentina that year. In the background is the allegoric image of the 1925 Studebaker that Hortal had previously raced in the same...
