Bet you’re thinking of Fangio’s transcendent victory at the ’Ring. The launch of the Fuelie Corvette. The beautiful Scarabs. Jaguar’s fifth win at Le Mans, the third in a row for the immortal D-type. That year saw the end of the Mille Miglia, but Sputnik went up then, too.
For sure, 1957 was a year of milestones, but what made it really special for me was getting my driver’s license and then helping my dad drive his 1936 Rolls-Royce Phantom II clear across the United States, from New York to the West Coast. And then all the way back. “Crash-box” transmission and all.
