Emerson Fittipaldi has an impish sense of humor and, one day at Brands Hatch, he unloaded it on my poor pal Mike Doodson, live before a throng of thousands.
Nominally, “The Dood” was a journalist like me, and remains so today, but for a few seasons in the ’70s, he crossed over to the dark side, raking in pounds upon pounds of “pounds” in public relations.
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