Back in the free-and-easy days when you still could cozy up to naked racecars right out in plain sight, some of us journos enjoyed the challenge of trying to figure out new speed technology on our own, without asking the team for explanations.
And anyway, when the team was Penske-cum-Porsche in the Can-Am of 1972, there was no point in asking. That was as flinty-eyed a bunch of uncommunicative competitors as ever iced a poor paddock prowler.
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