The noteworthy thing about Indianapolis' 22nd annual 500-mile auto race last week was not the closest finish on record, not the new track record (104,863 m.p.h.) set by Bill Cummings, but the failure of Death to make its appearance.
What Mardi Gras is to New Orleans and the Derby to Louisville, the 500-mile classic is to a city which once rivaled Detroit as an automobile manufacturing centre. Last week a crowd of 135,000 was sitting in the unroofed stands when the 33 cars, after gathering speed for a lap, rolled past the starter...
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