I had the pleasure of rac- ing against Phil Hill-who died on Aug. 28 at age 8I-in 1967 in Sebring, Fla. It was toward the end of his career and near the beginning of mine. He was behind me, challenging my Ford with his Chaparral. All of a sudden, I saw a cloud of smoke, and his car blew out. What a relief it was, because he was a relentless, versatile driver with a fantastic record of success.
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