the picture to see the Torrey Pines page that tells the story.
a good Moss story on the Next RIR Page.
But wait! there's more here, too:
This is another, not explicitly
'Moss' story, but close: when the US Grand Prix was held at Riverside International
Raceway in 1960, facilities at the track were still a little primitive, in spite
of its one- or two-year history of hosting top-category sports car racing among
international driving stars and cars. Garages were not up to Grand Prix standards,
and the teams found space and other amenities at auto dealerships and repair shops
in the City of Riverside, four or five miles down a hill to the west of the race
The governor of California granted a special dispensation so
the teams could drive their race cars on the highway between the track and the
town. I won't pretend to know why they couldn't trailer them up, and suppose it
was as much for the publicity and excitement as for the convenience.
Any road, on one of the weekdays prior to the race, when I had been one
of a few who could spend time working
as safety, communications,
and you-name-it staff, the track had closed for the day and I was
headed to Riverside hoping to visit some of the teams during their
preparations. Trundling along in my 1953 MG TD, happy as I could be
at participating in the world's greatest motor sport event, I came
up on a Formula One car, also trundling toward Riverside. Not just
any Formula One car
"...goosed the TD up to 75 mph..."
THE Formula One
It was the number seven (or was it five?)(it was five)
Lotus, in Rob Walker's own dark blue with encircling white stripe on the nose
section. Yes, the eventual race winner! And as pretty as it was to see, as much
as I liked to run my eyes over it, I pulled out and goosed the TD up to 75 mph,
and PASSED THE RACE-WINNING LOTUS!
OK, it was downhill, the Lotus driver
was a tall, thin, goggle- and helmet-free mechanic (cheeks flapping in the direct
air blast as he stuck out of the cockpit a good deal farther than did Moss). But
he yielded to me, and I flipped him a casual acknowledging wave as I motored by,
just as I had seen Moss do to slower cars on the race track.
you have two of the really good Stirling Moss memories from that