Racing is not a sport with Julius Rudel. It is practically a way of life. Briefcase clutched in one hand, a tuxedo in a plastic bag slung over his arm for use later that night, he hurried out of his apartment on Manhattan's upper West Side one recent midday and jumped into a worn 1966 Chevy. A morning full of conferences had left him just ten minutes to get to a dress rehearsal of a new production of Carmen at Lincoln Center, 20 blocks south. "If we take the proper turns, we'll make all the lights without stopping once," he explained....
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