"I'll win the race and break the course record too," boasted Scotland's jaunty Jimmy Clark before the U.S. Auto Club's 200-mile race at Trenton, N.J., last week. "Bah," sneered the U.S.'s pugnacious Parnelli Jones. "Clark may go back to Scotland talking out of the other side of his mouth."
Racing drivers do not often sound off like fighting cocks—the sport is hairy enough as it is. But this was a real grudge match. Ever since World War II, U.S. big-car racing has worn a "members only" sign, dominated by a tight knot of drivers piloting burly 400-h.p. Offenhauser roadsters. But...
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