Florida's International Twelve-Hour Grand Prix of Endurance was less than four hours old when Chicago's Bob Gold-ich, 33, took a tricky S turn just a touch too fast. His little (1.9 liters) Arnolt-Bristol sports car skidded across a taxiway at Sebring's abandoned airfield and rolled into a sideways somersault. A graduate of the dangerous melees of midget-auto racing and the father of two children, Goldich was dead of a broken neck before he reached the hospital.
Since 1950, when they began playing host to the country's biggest sports-car race, Sebring's citizens have learned to make sense of the foreign names and the...
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