Stirling Moss is considered the greatest driver who never won the championship. To be respected by your contemporaries in a competitive milieu should be championship enough for anybody.
Racing in that time and place was a blur between amateur and professional sport. It wasn’t professionalized, but money was involved. It wasn’t until there was a lot of money on the table that people were attracted to racing simply because there was a big pot to be won.
In the words of Norm Crosby, I hate to cast dispersions, but fellas, come on. You’re dressed like John Kerry. This is not a manly pursuit.
Don’t get me wrong. I applaud your attempt to introduce the only element missing from from boring “sports” like yacht racing and cross-country running: defense. If the America’s Cup racers had a whiff of grapeshot and a hint of Trafalgar about them, I’d watch them.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Jerry Seinfeld did it. He is truly a god among men. Rara avis. Sui generis. He has accomplished something that no other man could do.
A 1965 Ford Mustang? Hell yeah!
That’s a car you can fix. Yeah, yeah, I know you can fix a new car, but that doesn’t count. Any car that has software is disqualified. You can fix a 1965 Ford Mustang with a wrench and a screwdriver. That’s what I’m talking about.