Racing Driver Bob Wilder, 32, gunned his English-built Oldsmobile-Allard out of the short curve, tires screeching, and sped on toward the little hump-backed bridge. Driver Wilder, a veteran of sport-car racing, knew what to expect at the crest of the bridge: a brief, soaring pitch with all four wheels off the ground, then a jolt as the car settled to the roadway again—then a strong foot on the gas for the next hill. But Driver Wilder never made the hill. His Allard smacked down askew on the roadway, veered, skidded up a bank and...
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