Anybody who has tried to start an automobile on a cold winter morning knows how unpredictably exciting the internal combustion engine can be. After last week's British Grand Prix at Silverstone, Jim Clark (TIME, cover, July 9) has had just about all the excitement he can stand. There he was in his little green Lotus, leading Graham Hill by a comfortable 35 sec., with the race four-fifths over. Coming out of a bend, Clark stepped on the accelerator. Gasp. Cough.
Apparently his spark plugs were fouled. Hill's B.R.M. pit crew heard the...
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