(See Cover) "Moteurs!"
The command rang out at 3 p.m., and for one long moment last week, all the klaxons of hell seemed concentrated at Clermont-Ferrand in the Auvergne Mountains of France. Electric starters whined. Engines coughed, belched smoke, bellowed and shrieked defiance at the wind. Yelling officials rushed wildly about, collaring reluctant mechanics and dragging them to the safety of the pits. The Tricolor flag fell. Gears crashed, tires squealed, and to a roar from 50,000 spectators, 17 Formula 1 racing cars hurtled off the starting grid for lap 1 of the...
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