Whiskers hanging down to his waist, clutching a stick for support, a bent figure hobbled onto the starting grid at Holland's Zandvoort race track last week, made his way slowly to a sleek green-and-gold car sitting in the front row. Then, with a smirk at the astonished crowd, Jack Brabham dropped the cane, pulled off the whiskers, revved up the engine of his Brabham-Repco racer, and roared off to win the Dutch Grand Prix.
The little charade was Brabham's way of thumbing his nose at Dutch and British sportswriters who have taken to calling him the grand old man of...
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