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...Mekong Delta moves to Saigon, is mined with jolting frequency. The road from mountainous Dalat-source of the capital's vegetables and fruit-can be traversed only by army truck convoys. On back-country roads last week, the Viet Cong coolly halted traffic, confiscated bikes, cars and motor scooters even from those who were willing to pay the usual Red traffic toll...
...where scores of motor-powered sampans ferrying Sukarno's guerrillas and saboteurs have been intercepted off the Malay Peninsula in the past year, the Indonesians are now using kamikaze tactics to frustrate Malaysian patrol boats. Suicide sampans are rigged with explosives so that they blow up when halted or hit by naval guns, thus deterring attack and giving other insurgent craft a chance to escape in the confusion...
Clark has raced and won in rearengined cars, front-engined cars, sports cars, grand-touring cars, saloons and Formula Juniors; on asphalt in South Africa, on dirt in Australia, on concrete in England. In 1963 Clark became the youngest Grand Prix champion in the history of motor racing, set another record by winning seven out of the ten events that counted toward the title. His 1965 record so far is even more impressive: three Grand Prix entered, three Grand Prix won. In five short, incredible years, Clark has won 16 world championship Grand Prix races-more than anybody else, including...
...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, calls him "the epitome" of a racing driver. "His greatest asset," says Frey, "is his imperturbability. When he was five or ten years old, a gyro began spinning somewhere inside him and he became his own standard maker...
...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-sit, he worked up the courage to spring his big surprise. "I'm going to start motor racing," he said. "Oh no you're not," said Mrs. Clark. Thereupon, Jim angrily kicked the throttle, gave the steering wheel a flick, and sent the car hurtling through a curve at 70 m.p.h. in a perfectly controlled drift. His mother said nothing more...