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...West Palm Beach, Fla., aging (49) Glamour Boy Porfirio Rubirosa, a sometime auto racer, was caught by police with his Ferrari down, charged with speeding, making a wrong turn and driving with an ear-ruffling muffler, haled to headquarters, where he paid a $25 fine. Huffed Rubi: "I was only trying to reach the bank in a hurry...
...treat rules of the international set. She racked up a lushly alimonied divorce from Tyrone Power, was the rumored reason for the divorce of British Actor Edmund Purdom. She collected some controversial jewelry from Milwaukee Playboy Robert Schlesinger, kissed the Marquis Alfonso de Portago goodbye before he raced his Ferrari off to death in last year's Mille Miglia in Italy. Linda learned a lot, but last week she proved she was still no match for Brazil's brand of sportive millionaires, who rake in profits of 30% or 40% a year, laugh at income taxes and still...
Traffic Problem. The terrifying traffic problem alone would have sent a big-city Sunday driver screaming for the nearest parking lot. Snarling little (747 cc.) Abarth-Fiats fought for the right of way with the chesty Class "D" (up to three liters) giants-the Ferraris, Jags and Aston-Martins. In the swirling confusion, a Ferrari rode right up the rear end of a Jaguar, and both cars spun off the track. A little Stanguellini somersaulted off course and somehow landed right side up. The only serious accident saw General Motors Executive Chester Flynn spin his Ferrari out of an Sturn...
...veteran of eleven years of racing, Collins and his Ferrari-driving teammates had much more to worry about than wearing out Stirling Moss and the Aston-Martins. The big trick was to keep the Ferraris percolating. Last year the cars' drum brakes wore out early. Now they were back with the same type, and many an expert expected that they could not last as long as the quick-change disk brakes on the Aston-Martins and the Jags. Lead-footed Peter Collins usually figures to "go like hell and the car be damned," but this time he followed orders...
Cozy & Prudent. By the time the cars droned into darkness and the prissy little blat-blat-blatting of small-car exhausts sounded more prominent as their big brothers collapsed, the Ferrari brakes were shot. Burned-out linings dropped off in frightening ashy hunks. But they had lasted just long enough. The Ferraris rolled easily to a finish that was strictly a family affair. Collins and his co-driver, California's Phil Hill, coasted home first. Another factory-entered Ferrari was an easy second. In third place came a perky little Porsche Spyder (1,587 cc.) that had played...