Coral Gables Historical Archive
The Coral Gables Times
Thursday, May 4, 1961, page 38 (of 56)
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The Sports-Car Rally
Continued from page 15 Progress is timed to the second by stop-watch-wielding experts at check points on the road. speed, set miles and minutes). There will be a short-wave radio for picking up Navy time signals. If the owner is serious about the sport and goes in for things like The Great American Mountain Rallye, which takes three days and nights, he'll have a shovel aboard and tire chains and a couple of spotlights in front, called "flame throwers," so powerful they will practically burn a hole through a pine board. There is a school of rallyists who maintain that all electronic and mechanical gimcrackery is counter to the true spirit of the sport. These purists maintain that a proper rallyist needs only a sense of timing and a sensitive throttle foot, while a good navigator requires nothing more than a few sheets of paper, a pencil, and a map. It's something like the difference between dry-fly and wet-fly fishermen; or fly-versus-bait fishermen. The IBM-machine adherents go home with more silver cups for rally winning, though. Such tangible reward is the least of it, however, for a rally is enormous fun, and few who embark on even one little easy one ever get over it. I remember the first rally I ever went on, years and years ago. I had an absurd small automobile and the average speed was much too fast for us, even if we hadn't got lost twice. But my navigator and I became so interested and so excited that I ran that little car all night long as fast as it would go, my foot flat on the floor. I knew I was ruining the engine, but I didn't care. THE WORLD SERIES of rallying is the Monte Carlo, properly called the Rallye de Monte Carlo. The "Mon usually takes 8 days—and nights. Contestants can start from cities all over Europe: Edinburgh, Athens, Stockholm, Paris, Monte Carlo itself, Lisbon, and so on. The rally is run in January, with snow and icy roads the rule, and the impression you have after finishing it is that you've been up and down every mountain on the Continent at least once. Usually the average speed is set so high that only by absolutely flat-out driving can competitors hope to maintain it. Collision and accidents are commonplace—; costly, for every scratch on the car when it comes finally to Monte Carlo (if it does) counts against it. Drivers and navigators eat benzedrine like popcorn and hope that a "spook" won't put them off the road. A "spook" is a delusion; men have died in the Monte Carlo because they thought they saw a truck parked in the road ahead of them, or a herd of cows, or an elephant standing on its head. After five or six days without sleep, the sight of an elephant, perhaps pink, standing on its head on a j " of snow seems perfectly reasonable. Bob Halmi, a leading American rallyist who has competed in a number of European events, is still not sure he didn't see two nude Suburbia Today, May 1961 16