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(Transcrito por TurboScribe.ai. Actualizar a Ilimitado para eliminar este mensaje.) Motor racing is a disease of the brain,
you know, you get affected by it.
I want to drive the speed sections.
Great!
Straight away.
They're not straight, there are burps and everything.
He had his first go in it today,
and um...
Couldn't see an awful lot, it was dark,
but it felt alright.
It was dark and wet, and he shat
himself.
It's all a terrible mistake.
We thought we were going to a terrible
arena.
No, exactly, I thought it was like a
ball pit.
Lots and lots of ogre and schoolboys getting
together and having heaps of fun driving fast
cars around Mexico, a beautiful country.
What more could you want?
Alright, so we're down here in southern Mexico,
near the Guatemalan border, getting prepared for our
six-day endeavour up to the Texas border.
Okay, so we start down here, Tuxla Gutierrez,
just near the Guatemalan border, that's tomorrow.
And that tomorrow takes us up to Oaxaca
at the end of the day.
The next day, second day, we arrive in
Mexico City.
The following day is San Luis Potosí.
On a rather short one, but I think
it's...
I don't know exactly, it goes to Zacatecas.
Fifth day we get up to Monterrey, and
then on the sixth day we finish up
at Nuevo Laredo, which is right on the
Texan border.
Six days and two and a half thousand
miles.
It's about 120 cars, and they're all from
the middle 50s or earlier.
A couple of the cars of great historical
interest, El Caballo de Herrero, was driven by
Ack Miller in the 1954 race, and finished
in seventh place behind the factory Ferraris and
Lancias and Porsches.
It's a 1927 Model T Ford on a
50 Ford chassis.
We had failed in the 52 race with
a standard American motor car, which was a
52 Oglebill, and the transmission let go of
me, right in Leon Guanajuato.
So, driving home slow and slow in the
Oglebill, we decided we would make our own
car.
Well, some of these cars are just almost
exact replicas of what I saw in 54.
The Mercedes, especially, and some of the Alfa
Romeos I got, and the little Porsches.
It made you think you're going back 40
years of time.
The car we vented is a C-Type
Jaguar, from about 1952.
Nick and Valentine are in another car, virtually
identical to this one.
I mean, it's actually one of the world's
greatest road races.
The distance, two and a half thousand miles,
what does that mean?
Well, that's about what an average family car
would do over three months.
So, three months condensed in six days.
It goes from sea level up to about
10,000 feet, which is a very big
skiing holiday in Europe.
What, unfortunately, is almost inevitable, are the dramas
that you get thrown in, where even however
well the car is prepared, something is probably
going to go wrong.
This is no real one, of course.
This is a replica.
It's been beefed up a bit, but it's
about as close to the real thing as
you can get, save for the roll cage.
Roll cages and belts and better brakes and
things like that.
It's heavy American metal against nimble European cars.
We were given a driver's briefing that was
clearly calculated to put the fear of God
into all of us.
We're basically told the road has been destroyed
by the rain, the bridges are washed away.
The Mexican police are going to arrest us
for the slightest infraction and throw us into
jail.
But, Matt, everything's looking absolutely terrific.
There's a hard turn coming up to the
left in a minute.
Right.
And about three, four, five hundred yards.
Whoa, someone's bit off.
These towns are so beautiful, and they love
these cars.
They love them.
We come in and we're absolute, we're gladiators
and heroes, you know.
We got halfway through it, and I suddenly
realised that we weren't going to make it.
And then we gassed it, and we had
the most outrageous race of all, and we
got in with one second to spare, and
he was 29 seconds late.
It is a very gruelling event for the
cars.
Any car, quite honestly, that can finish the
event has been very, very well put together.
We have problems with brakes because it's an
automatic car, and we have problems with the
shift gear because it doesn't want to shift
second.
Then, at the first service, they fixed it
where it was going into third, but not
into second.
So we were doing a little screwdriver action,
shifting it, and we've got to get that
fixed.
But after that, everything's going great.
The car is all stock.
The only thing we did was redo the
brakes.
It's so quiet, you can't even hear it
when it starts up.
We haven't done anything to it, and so
far it's running well.
We paid $400 for the car, and we
just want to make it through the race.
We had a serious problem with the suspension.
It could have been very dangerous.
And the awful thing was that I kept
saying to Nick, go on, get out of
the way, that Porsche has overtaken us.
I couldn't believe it, a Porsche was overtaking
us.
Over to the technical part.
Well, there's a link attached, the chassis is
attached to the axle, and it's broken in
half, basically.
You know, when you start, you can just
fortunately come to imagine just how difficult it's
going to be.
Difficult to imagine how difficult it's going to
be for these people to come.
The other side, in fact, is broken clean
in half.
Local garage just welded some angle iron on
the side of the thing.
Got them back on their own again.
We've got to do something just to try
and fix it.
It's all right, see?
Yeah, it'll look OK.
The top looks brilliant, but the underneath looks
like someone's been at it with a fucking
sledgehammer.
The other side broke in half, as I
said, which caused what's known as rear-wheel
steering.
In other words, the axle is steering about
like that and the wheel is up inside
the wheel arch and smashing about, which can
make life fairly dramatic.
They were doing about 130 or something at
the time.
As a driver, I've always had a mechanical
sympathy for what's going on.
I pick up sort of engine noises and
clunks and creaks so I can jump out
the car and say, well, it's doing this
or it's doing that, because I've heard things
that I don't like to hear.
These guys, they work.
They try and catch us up.
I mean, there are cars all over the
place being worked on all night, every single
night.
They're completely fucked.
Treated like shit.
They never get the right hotel room.
They just have a very hard time.
Straight.
For what?
I have no idea.
Why do you do it, Alan?
I hit that concrete post yesterday.
So we went about five miles out into
the countryside to meet this Mexican panel builder.
And we were up there.
Well, we were still there at 11 o
'clock at night.
We repaired all the panel damage.
And then we came in and had to
sort everything else out.
I like it myself, and I know it's
done the way I like it done.
The problem this evening is that the exhaust
has fallen off, that there's rear wheel wobble
on both sides.
Prop shaft's probably going out of balance.
So we're losing water.
We're using oil.
I am basically blagging bits off everybody inside
to try and keep going.
In fact, we're using Nick's dip oil and
Steve and Dave's engine oil.
And that's it.
But that's the great thing about this race,
is that all us lot are good mates
anyway.
And we're all having a good time, enjoying
ourselves.
And obviously, you don't deny anybody what they
want if you can help.
This race is totally ridiculous.
It's madness.
Basically, we have three types of section.
We have an in-and-out-of-the
-towns, a slow-speed transit section, probably averaging
only 30 miles an hour or something.
You then have a limited section, which is
on open roads, traffic and everything coming in
the other direction, which they also give you
a time for.
And then you have the real speed sections,
which are flat out on closed roads.
The police close the roads down and go
like a bat out of hell.
OK.
Pull out the corners, Dave.
No, I've got...
There's plenty of gravel on here, so be
careful.
OK.
Wait on this section there.
Come to the curve, and I thought I
hit something.
I need you to slow down.
There's a lot to get here.
I want to stay here.
OK, let's go.
We have an energising song.
And she plays the same one over and
over, so I put my song on, and
I played it, like, five times.
So all tomorrow we're playing the same song,
but my song.
No, my song.
Fabulous day.
Couldn't get any power up at altitude in
the earlier stages.
The car got a lot harder today than
yesterday because we were going around 140 miles
today.
In this race, what you really need is
especially brakes, suspension and cooling.
You really have to have the cooling system
real good.
I keep waiting to lose about 10 pounds
or something, but it hasn't worked yet.
I don't know what's wrong with it at
the moment.
All the hoses look new.
This brand-new engine.
Bought it out of the Ford dealer the
other night for $1,000.
The only thing, we ran over a dog.
We didn't want to, but we had to.
And then there were five horses in our
split section, so we had to slow down.
A lot of time.
But the second split section was a lot
faster.
And we're getting along pretty good now.
We're not fighting or anything.
Managed to pinch a bit of outgas at
lunchtime.
Aviation fuel, that is.
Add to the rather low-octane stuff you
get over here.
Seemed to make us fly this afternoon.
We were definitely motoring.
Don't know what speed we were doing, but
it was quite frightening.
Finally, we got nice views today, though, didn't
we, when we were broken down out there
in the middle of nowhere?
Yeah, you bet.
Seriously.
When did this race start, Steve?
I think it was 1950, with a bunch
of Americans.
Do you know, Nick?
Yeah, because the actual reason for having the
race, the ostensible reason for holding the race,
was to celebrate the opening of the Pan
-American Highway, or Mexico's part of it.
It started in 1950 with stock American cars.
But in 1951, word had got out that
there was this race.
There was the beginning of the foreign invasion
with Ferrari entering a couple of cars.
Racing right through the middle of those towns.
Those marks must have been pulling 175, 180
miles an hour.
And what it must have been like in
the 50s, in that respect, I have no
idea.
When you see some of the film of
the big cars heading through the streets, there's
no sense at all of any of them
thinking there's another 2,500 miles to run.
They're all going.
It's like it's a five-lapper.
By 1952, it was really turning into the
full invasion.
Sadie's won the race, with Carl Kling in
first place and Herman Lang in second.
Mercedes came in with a works team in
1952 with prototype 300SLs.
They took first and second places and the
European sports cars dominated from then till the
end in 1954.
They are ambassadors for the German vision and
for the German industry all over the world.
You'll find that the Spanish have an extra
page.
The Spanish page says, serious turn to the
right.
The Spanish says, gentle turn to the left.
Who were the main works teams in the
early 50s?
Which were the main factories that got involved
in this event?
By 1953, there were works teams from Mercedes,
Ferrari, Lancia, Porsche, even Old Formula and Cadillac,
all taking it very, very seriously.
As Nick said, all the greats, Fangio, Ascari,
Kling and Phil Hill did it as hard
guns, but also privateers like A.K. Miller
who drove his own car in the 50s
and in fact is doing it again this
year.
Speeds got faster and faster each year and
after the 54 race, there were so many
deaths and injuries that they just had to
stop the race.
There's an official car with a red flag.
That means trouble.
Evidently, someone has gone off the road here.
There's some skid marks and a part of
a car.
That's number one, Jack McAfee.
We checked and found that McAfee walked away
from this accident looking for assistance.
His co-pilot, Ford Robinson, was thrown from
the car and killed instantly.
His safety belt didn't hold.
Car number one, fatal accident number one.
On this leg, Chevrolet number 315 turned over.
The co-pilot died on the way to
the hospital.
The pilot, Mengi, was believed unhurt, though he
failed to report officially to the race committee.
It was certainly true that towards the end
of 54, the Mexican countryside was littered with
wrecks.
But luckily, it always ended with mercy.
Jean Berat, who was almost in the race,
was pulled out of a corner.
His car had to be pulled out of
a deep field gap.
As these things do, turn from a jolly
into a serious race and the cars are
certainly getting very, very fast.
Did they have backup, do you think?
Did you think they had big backup?
Yeah, they had Dakotas.
Really?
Aircraft, yeah.
Each team, the major teams, had a Dakota.
And they'd even carry fuel on the Dakotas.
God, amazing.
Well, up early in the morning, right?
Yeah.
Where are you lying?
In my bed.
You going to bed?
Well, it is half past three.
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One step, and I'm totally blown And it
seems to take no time at all The
moon will show us the reason That life's
a life of lies The morning light won't
forget There'll be no sleep here tonight But
was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate That
seemed to fit just like a glove?
The road was met by sun, seas, and
snow Here grew a lady, neither one Wanted
to remain alone One step, and now the
whole thing's gone And it seems to take
no time at all The moon will show
us the reason That life's a life of
lies The morning light won't forget There'll be
no sleep here tonight Or
was it the idea of being in love?
The road was met by sun, seas, and
snow The moon will
show us the reason That life's a life
of lies The morning light won't forget The
steering has gone anyway The steering won't be
pulled out today This wheel steers, and that
wheel doesn't, you see The whole thing is
surreal Better tell the timers that we won't
be finishing this thing It locked up the
wheels and sent us over the cliff Right
outside of San Luis Potosí We rolled about
four times But parked it in the bottom
of the arroyo Feeling reasonably pleased with ourselves
And arrived to find that Steve and Dave
had gone over the edge We'd known nothing
about it at all There was no sign
on the road as we drove through They
went into a corner too far Either through
misreading the pace notes or whatever And basically
took off over the edge of a cliff
And landed, I think, upside down on a
small road below Dave is fine, maybe a
few cuts and bruises And Steve, a broken
leg The general feeling seems to be that
they're incredibly lucky To have got away so
lightly A terrific
event So many different territories The people are
terrific Fantastic One of the greatest races in
the history of motorsport I like the transits
when you've got to wait You get out,
we blast the stereo Start dancing in the
middle of the street All the buses are
coming by We're serving cookies Ours was like
the hospitality car So that was our chance
to party I think sometimes when we go
screaming through some village You think, if I
did this somewhere in England You just know
that the complaints It would just be impossible
Our people are really involved in racing And
you know the name of the Panamericana road
race It's gone through generations And young people
got to know the cars that used to
race in Mexico And that's a big achievement
They really enjoy those Mercedes and Alfas And
Porsches and Jaguars That are not really easy
to see in Mexico The race this year
was good It was a lot faster than
it's been previously The attrition rate was higher
The cars were better prepared They went faster,
they broke quicker We
have a more competitive race now And better
cars A lot more faster drivers And a
little bit more accidents There were probably 35
cars that didn't finish Only three teams of
girls The Carlsberg and Gladys Their car broke
down And Claudia and Mariella They finished And
their car broke a lot Yeah, and we're
the ones that made it That was the
best because you really got to meet all
the people Those little things of mezcal didn't
hurt either But we thought it was like,
what, gas avion?
But we were drinking anyway Like those Octane
boosters, they were really...
Man Something else I didn't know how much
work it was going to be Because usually
when I go through the races It's more,
you know, party, party, party But this time
you really did have to do a little
bit of work Do it again?
Oh yeah, definitely, in a minute We finished
8th overall Which I'm thrilled with Because there's
nothing ahead of us That we could really
have beaten I think that's the thing The
cars ahead are quicker Very well driven And
generally just producing more power So I'm thrilled
with that And I think we're 3rd or
4th in class Which is all I could
have asked for Do you think people who
really like to race Don't really race for
the prize?
There is a prize anyway What's it?
A few grand?
No, you get the choice of women at
the end of it, don't you?
Do you?
Yeah Well I wouldn't know I wouldn't This
thing is You know, Le Mans is a
Sunday afternoon picnic compared to this John Ward
came and he built a better car than
everybody else And it showed in the results
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