Word: carred
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...speed and excitement. It is tedious little chores: counting revs, gauging distances, plotting trajectories. It is absolute concentration-the kind it takes to flick through a corner in driving rain at the limit of tire adhesion, the point at which one more mile-per-hour will send the car hurtling off the road. It is good driving at its best...
...car addict is really serious about racing, he can enter one of the 9,000 stock-car or 2,000 sports-car races held in the U.S. each year. For $1,000, he can even take a one-week course in competition driving from Racer-Designer (Ford-Cobra) Carroll Shelby. For the really successful racing driver, the rewards are great. Fred Lorenzen has already won $63,675 on the stock-car circuit this year, and A. J. Foyt, who is equally adept in stock cars, sports cars and Indianapolis roadsters, won $250,000 in 1964. Another field is that...
...Slippery." Handsome, hazel-eyed Jimmy Clark is the perfect pro driver. At 5 ft. 7¾ in. and 150 Ibs., he is even the perfect size: small enough to squeeze into the 2-ft.-wide cockpit of a 1,000-lb. Formula I car, big enough to see over its bonnet. He has the hands and arms of a jockey; his eyesight is phenomenal. His reflexes are so fast that he could probably pluck a fly out of midair. Clark's business adviser, John Stephenson, remembers a midwinter ride in a sedan with Jim two years ago. "The road...
...drivers have been killed in Grand Prix racing, and the circuit has its share of men who soothe their jangled nerves with alcohol and drugs. Clark's nerves are fine. "When I'm going flat out, drifting through a corner, I'm not driving a car, really," says Jim. "I'm putting myself through that corner. The car happens to be under me and I'm driving it, but I'm part of it and it's part of me." Ford Motor Co.'s Don Frey worked closely with Clark at Indianapolis...
Jimmy was running Edington Mains himself by the time he was 18; his father had taken over another farm 25 miles away. He had his own car, a vintage Sunbeam Talbot, and he began competing in local rallies, driving from point to point around the countryside in precisely the allotted time. "Father said it was a waste of time-and he wanted to know why my car cost five times as much to keep up as his did." He kept on rallying, mostly on the sly. One night, driving his mother to a sister's house to baby...