Capt. Malcolm Campbell, British racing driver, ordered his mechanics to give the fishtailed, monster-snouted Bluebird a shove. Slipping into first gear he pointed her up Daytona Beach toward the judges' stand. A white mist hung over the course and the sand was wet. When he was going 80 m.p.h. he shifted the Napier motor to second speed. At 125 m.p.h. he changed to high. The motor settled into a rising drone like the hum of an enormous bee. At the end of the ten-mile course, without stopping for the usual tire change...
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