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Road & Track July 2016

Road & Track includes technical features on automotive subjects, wide-ranging feature stories, spectacular automotive art and standard-setting new-car photography, humor, fiction, travel stories, book reviews and the most comprehensive racing coverage offered by a monthly magazine.Bonus: iPad Interactive

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2 min.
the master’s horse

On December 29, 2013, 44-year-old Michael Schumacher hit his head on a rock while skiing in the French Alps. He suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and has not appeared in public since. The most revolutionary driver in modern road racing was just a year retired from a career that produced seven championships, plus a record-breaking tally of poles and wins. Last December, by way of homage, we located and photographed an F1 car from Schumacher’s first title season at Ferrari, the team he transformed. This tub, F1-2000 chassis number 203, helped Ferrari land its first F1 drivers’ championship in 21 years. Meeting it was a privilege. In addition to winning the 2000 Canadian Grand Prix, chassis number 203 finished second at that year’s Hungarian and U.S. grands prix. It currently lives in…

4 min.

Dear R&T, No doubt Tazio Nuvolari will always be the best [“Red Bloodline,” March/April]. In 1935, Mercedes and Auto Union reduced the P3 to a voiturette, which makes his accomplishment all the more incredible. Here’s to the guy that made going to bed scarier than racing an automobile. CHRISTOPHER JUNE, HOUSTON, TEXAS What a sublime piece of writing from Sam Smith. “Red Bloodline” conveyed a sense of history, modern context, biographical respect, and engineering reverence for a car and its driver while making us feel the emotional and physical sensations of driving a special vehicle. I was completely absorbed from the first sentence to the last. This is what automotive journalism should be. KEN MOLAY CARY, NORTH CAROLINA Reading Smith’s marvelously written account of Nuvolari and the Alfa Tipo B P3 at the Nürburgring in…

2 min.
editor’s letter

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED at this year’s Toyota Grand Prix of Long Beach. I made the trip from Ann Arbor for a weekend of top-shelf racing and to see various teams, drivers, automakers, and industry friends. I wasn’t disappointed. IndyCar put on a solid and surprisingly (for Long Beach) caution-free show, IMSA kept everyone honest despite some late-race GTLM-class antics, and Pirelli World Challenge mixed it up nicely with the usual Long Beach streetfight. And the lastever pro/celebrity race brought back a collection of former winners, who dutifully bent a transporter’s worth of cars. Then there were the Stadium Super Trucks. They’ve been covered in these pages before, but SSTs are basically 600-hp spec machines styled to look like three-quarter-size trophy trucks. They weren’t designed to race on pavement, so they…

5 min.

IT’S BIRDLIKE. A long, drooping nose and light enough to be pushed around by a child. With the engine off and the car’s tiny power-steering rack asleep, the wheel is liquid— you can turn it with a finger, this surreal combination of fluidity and heft. The only way I can describe the sensation is to compare it with what happens when you crack an egg into a mixing bowl and you accidentally drop a small piece of eggshell into the white. You know the slippery friction of the white between your fingers when you’re trying to pick up the shell? That’s the parked steering feel of a 16-year-old Ferrari Formula 1 car. How often do you get to discuss something like that? Even at this magazine, it’s a rare privilege. Last…

4 min.
early man

IF THERE’S ONE DRIVER I could go back in time and cover, it would be Jimmy Murphy. Documenting America’s first proper racing idol would be a thrill. And heartbreaking. I was drawn to Murphy for his achievements: The first American to win a European grand prix, in 1921. Indy 500 winner in 1922. And the man widely renowned as king of the board tracks during this country’s early fascination with racing on wooden ovals. Murphy was the original A. J. Foyt, a mercurial talent whose barnstorming adventures brought immense stardom and fame. Nine decades after Murphy rose to the top of the motorsport world, he’s all but forgotten. It’s bound to happen to all the greats at some point; the legends of Senna and Schumacher won’t last forever, and as with Murphy,…

21 min.
bavarian idol

YOU CAN’T LIE TO THE MOUNTAIN. You can lie to your friends with facts and figures, spoilers and splitters. You can lie to the racetrack with absurd power, yards of tire width, and a double-clutch transmission. But you can’t lie to the mountain, and on this Friday morning, the mountain is where we are headed. California Route 74 sprints from Palm Desert to the ridgeline of the Santa Rosa Mountains, all decreasing-radius turns and roller-coaster straights up past the Coachella Valley Vista Point to the peaks beyond. Most of the turns are blind, the Scylla of black-spotted rock to the inside and thousand-foot drops inches off the gravel shoulder standing in for Charybdis. Then, appearing between the two, and flicking stones off the edge of the road to the valley below,…