Henry James hung a cloak of innocence on us, the Americans. He saw, 80 years before the time we are concerned with here, that, despite energy and intelligence, despite a kind of native goodness, we weren’t clever enough, cunning enough, to compete with the Europeans. James knew.
Whether or not James was right is not so important. What is important is that we believed him, especially in the East where some part of society did its best to do what was smart—and smart was European.
Perhaps that’s why sports car racing, as we know it, started in New York, and didn’t come west for some years. Perhaps, too, some desire to be as close as possible to its roots kept the Sports Car Club of America (SCCA) sequestered in Connecticut…