At a cocktail party two years ago, a pretty girl glided up to the handsomely mustachioed auto racer. "Ah. Mr. Hill?" she cooed. "I'm Graham Hill," said the driver, smiling hopefully. "Oh, I'm sorry." said the confused young thing, backing away. "I thought you were the famous Mr. Hill."
The apologies are few and far between this year. With seven of the nine Grand Prix races that count toward a world racing title completed, the famous HillU.S. Racing Driver Phil Hill, who piloted his blood-red Ferrari to a world championship last yearis in fifth place, hopelessly out of the running. The new...