Word: fangio
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...week's end an R.A.F. technician had got the time down to less than 28 hr. A Russian-born doctor, Barbara Moore, 56, also claimed to have made the trip in under 28 hr., shod in gunny sacks, eating watercress and honey, and carrying her pet tortoise, Fangio by name, who slept on a hot-water bottle. Since no one paced her, her time was not recognized. Undaunted, Vegetarian Moore snorted, in the language of the true eccentric: "Men just can't compete with me. I'm super...
...Frenchman Jean Salis, 63, wobbled across the Channel in his 484-lb. replica of Bleriot's monoplane ("It was like sitting on a fluttering leaf"), eventually made it from Arc to Arch in 12 hr. 17 min. 22 sec. Clutching a pet tortoise named Fangio, Health Faddist Dr. Barbara Moore Pataleewa, 55, set out from Marble Arch on foot, switched to a motorcycle, hopped a plane from Croydon to Le Touquet, on the English Channel, then ran most of the 135 miles to Paris, sipping fruit juice and munching grass along the way. One competitor used souped-up power...
...track mixup sent Pierre Levegh's Mercedes into the crowd, Grand Prix racing had not seemed quite the same. Last year came the fiery deaths of his Ferrari teammates, Italy's Luigi Musso and Britain's Peter Collins. At Musso's funeral, Mike grabbed Juan Fangio's hand and muttered: "We have to quit this." (Said Fangio: "That conversation finally decided me to retire...
...Body & Spirit." Today Fangio is the owner of a string of service stations. In his office last week, Businessman Fangio looked back over the career of Driver Fangio, and talked with a candor that he had seldom allowed himself while racing. Said he: "The exhilaration of racing a smooth-running car and the challenge of keeping in the lead had become drudgery, a constant effort and worry to give people who entrusted me with their cars and money the returns they expected. The joy of the first years became mere fatigue. Not only my body is tired but my spirit...
...glanced down at the photographs of his dead friends, tucked under the glass top of his desk. "All the great are gone, one way or another. It is my turn. To come in second behind an Ascari or a Fangio is still a triumph, but to come in second behind an unknown beginner because his young reflexes are quicker or his inexperience pushes him to take unnecessary risks can be tough for an aging champ. It will not happen to me. I will never go near a race track again, not even as a spectator...