Dan Gurney, Maserati, Phil Hill, Ferrari, Stirling Moss, Lotus, Bob Bondurant, Corvette Gran Sport, Innes Ireland, Cooper, Dick Guldstrand, Abarth, Ronnie Bucknum, Austin-Healey … oh, hell: Dannyongaisjaychamberlain, talbot-lagoelvatyrell & georgefollmerbob-byunserporscheagle, alfa-romeosastonmartin&nash (frazer)peerlesstroppe, dolphinscooter-patrick & denisemcluggagerogerward, lewspencer, with shelbycobrashelbygt 350 bobdra-kemclaren, and of course petelovelyol’yellar-maxbalchowskylancia, yes, bentley, o joy siata-johnvonneumann, samhanksmorgantriumph-kurtis stanguellini, williamsmgjaguarbmwmer-cedes-benz, and of course, brabham, and a Partridge. The pear tree was somewhere off course as were most of the competitors.
Palm Springs, a hundred miles east of Los Angeles, give or take, hosted a series of airport races back in the ’50s that, like the races at Santa Barbara to the north, have achieved legendary proportion on their way toward the mythic. It was true that West Coast racing produced most of America’s international racing stars (after the…