...Αγώνες & Οδηγοί που εμειναν στο χρόνο...

[Joe Bar Team]

Antonio & Alberto Ascari
















καλά desktops να έχετε

[Joe Bar Team]

TAZIO

[Joe Bar Team]

Rudolf Caracciola

[Joe Bar Team]

Hermann Lang










(κάπου πρεπει να ειχα κ ενα αφιερωμα γιαυτόν,να το ανεβάσω,ενδιαφερεται κανείς?δεν ειμαι σίγουρος ομως)

[D-Jet]

ΕΓΩ!
Να σε ρωτήσω δυο πράγματα;
1) Τι παιδάκι είσαι εσύ;
2) Τεχνικό: Η λίστα από κάτω είναι με τη σειρά ό,τι βλέπουμε επάνω;


Ευχαριστώ είπα;
ΕΥΧΑΡΙΣΤΩ!

[Joe Bar Team]

τελικά του Seaman εχω αφιερωμα.... από το History Channel κ είνια πραγματικά πολυ καλο.

ιδού κ μερικες φωτογραφίες


Richard Seaman










(oso για τη σειρά εμφανισεων,μπορεί καμια φορα να μην αντιστοιχουνε... )

[Joe Bar Team]

SPA







1925 belgian gp - antonio ascari 1st, giuseppe campari 2nd (alfa-romeo p2 8-cyl 2-litre sc)


1925 belgian gp - antonio ascari (alfa-romeo p2) 1st 1


1925 belgian gp - antonio ascari (alfa-romeo p2) 1st 2


1925 belgian gp - antonio ascari (alfa-romeo p2) 1st, giulio ramponi


1925 belgian gp - antonio ascari, giuseppe campari


1925 belgian gp - giuseppe campari (alfa-romeo p2) 2nd


1925 belgian gp - paul torchy (delage 2lcv) [2ο γυρο εκτός απο συμπλε΄κτη]


1925 belgian gp - rené thomas (delage 2lcv) [6ο γυρο εκτος,φωτιά]


1925 belgian gp - rené thomas (delage 2lcv) [6ο γυρο εκτός,φωτιά]


1935 belgian gp - rudolf caracciola (mercedes-benz w25b) 1st


1939 belgian gp - giuseppe farina (alfa-romeo 316) [20ο γύρο εκτός,τουρμπίνα], herrmann müller (auto-union d) [26ο εκτός, βαλδίδες]


1939 belgian gp - herrmann lang (mercedes-benz w154) 1st


1939 belgian gp - richard seaman (mercedes-benz w154) [21ο γύρο εκτος,θανατηφόρο ατύχημα...]


1939 belgian gp - tazio nuvolari (auto-union d) [28ο γύρο εκτός,τετ α κε]


1947 belgian gp - achille varzi (alfa-romeo 158) 2nd, jean-pierre wimille (alfa-romeo 158) 1st


1949 belgian gp - giuseppe farina (maserati 4clt48) [8ο εκτός,ατύχημα]


1949 belgian gp - louis rosier (talbot-lago 26c) 1st

[Alba Parietti]

Αφού πρώτα δώσω συγχαρητήρια για την ιδέα και για τον κόπο,προσθέτω δυό χαρακτηριστικές φωτογραφίες σχετικές με τον Alberto Ascari.

Gianni Lancia και Alberto Ascari κατά τη διάρκεια των δοκιμών της ολοκαίνουριας Lancia D50 των αγώνων GP,το 1954


GP di Monaco 1955.81ος γύρος και ενώ η D50 του Ascari οδηγεί τον αγώνα,βγαίνει από το δρόμο και πέφτει στο λιμάνι.


ΥΓ.Περιμένω αφιέρωμα στον αδικοχαμένο Bernd Rosemeyer.Μερικούς μήνες πριν έφυγε από τη ζωή στα 100 της, η σύζυγός του Elly Beinhorn,η boem πιλότος της δεκαετιάς του 20 και του 30,που συνέχιζε να πετά ως τα 70 της.Tί ωραία και τραγική ιστορία έρωτα και αυτή πο έιχε με τον Bernd.

[KP61]

http://www.rally.gr/default.asp?menu_co ... e_id=14640" target="_blank

παει κι αυτος!!! οτι και να πεις ειναι λιγο!

[21 Quadra]

Oύβε Άντερσον, in memoriam.

Καλό ταξίδι.......

[Joe Bar Team]

ΥΓ.Περιμένω αφιέρωμα στον αδικοχαμένο Bernd Rosemeyer.Μερικούς μήνες πριν έφυγε από τη ζωή στα 100 της, η σύζυγός του Elly Beinhorn,η boem πιλότος της δεκαετιάς του 20 και του 30,που συνέχιζε να πετά ως τα 70 της.Tί ωραία και τραγική ιστορία έρωτα και αυτή πο έιχε με τον Bernd.

Rudolf Caracciola:

In the beginning of January 1938 I received a letter from the factory. A new record vehicle is ready, and it is to be tested in Frankfurt-Damstadt autobahn. Rosemeyer has the absolute speed record, standing at about 400 kph. That's what we'll be aiming at.

In the morning of January 28th we are to make the record run an autobahn between Frankfurt and Damstadt. On my arrival it is still dark. Light from the moon slightly illuminates the woods. The frosty silver-white road glows, as do the trees in same color. The starting area can be seen from far away, with lights going on and off rapidly. As I approach I can hear Neubauer's voice as he barks commands at the mechanics.

I get out of my car and walk towards a dark group. It consists of director Sailer, chief constructor, Neubauer and Brauchitsch, all in their thick coats. It's very cold, cold enough to make your breath steam. I greet each of them.

"Good morning. How do things look?"

Sailer points at the record vehicle: "Well, I hope".

The vehicle stands next to us, enormous and keen to battle like a prehistoric reptile on four wheels. It's shiny surface glows ghostly in the moonlight. I walk around it. The wheels are within the bodywork. The whole thing resembles a white whale. It would be impossible to go through a corner with this armored monster. It can only be shot straight ahead like an artillery grenade.

I step into my sportscar and drive through the straight once with Brauchitsch with me. I follow the treetops with my eyes. There's only slight movement, wind should not be a problem. The road, however, is very slippery. A thin layer of frost covers the road in shadows of the trees. Of course I could drive on the dry side, but the record vehicle demands the whole width of the road.

I will have to wait until the frost has vapourised. It would be insanity to start before. We return into the starting area, where Neubauer rushes towards us: "When do you wish to make the run, Rudi?". "As soon as it's bright enough and the frost has gone".

To keep ourselves warm we keep walking back and forth on the road. The eastern sky slowly lights up, first glowing green and then taking a rosy red shade. The black branches of bare trees look like skeletons against the brightening sky. Sun is climbing up on mountain Taunus. A flock of sparrows flutters from the trees and heads towards the town, gliding above open fields. By eight o'clock the last bits of frost are gone, and I climb into the vehicle. "Clear!", shouts Neubauer. The mechanics push the car to motion and run next to it until the engine comes to life.

They are left behind, the run begins. The gearchange is surprisingly light and the car lies sturdily on the road. I can feel it already when I approach the starting line, this vehicle is completely different to drive compared to last year's construction.

I increase the throttle, more and more. The road beneath me shrinks and in my eyes it narrows down into a thin white line. The trees beside it merge into a great grey wall.

Marker flag: finish line... I slowly get the revs down, bringing the car into a halt. The mechanics run towards me, exclaiming and waving their arms around. Their voices echo thinly in the morning air. They shake my hands and I greet each and every one of them. I light up a cigarette, take a deep breath through it and excitedly wait for a time report through the telephone. While waiting the mechanics turn the car around and prepare it for the return run.

Finally someone approaches. "Record, mr. Caracciola! Average speed of 427 kph!" he shouts.

I wave my hand to thank him and then we go again. A return run is also needed. Only the average speed of these two runs is approved as an official record.

This time I maintain a higher speed from the start, revving the engine higher. The wind has grown up, although only into a slight morning breeze. Still I feel that the car tries to steer itself right, and I have to counter steer for the whole time.

The road melts into a thin white line again. The bridge underpasses flick ahead of me as shallow black holes. At these speeds it's crucial to aim into them carefully, but before brains really register them appearing the vehicle has already rumbled through. It's hard for me to comprehend that my brain has to be slower than my car. I continously have a feeling that I need to aim extremely accurately to get through.

On an open part of the route a battle against air resistance begins. Then the starting line is ahead of me, the flag - off throttle! I cannot use the brakes at all. The thread in these enormous tires is so thin that even the slightest touch at the brakes could rip it apart. The consequences are unthinkable. Thus I still keep rolling, for almost three kilometres, arriving into my original starting point.

Neubauer is first to greet me, he glows and shouts excitedly: "437, Rudi, Record!" He spreads his hands to embrace me, but cannot reach over the wide vehicle's side.

"Do you wish to make another run?"

I shake my head, "No".

The vehicle is quickly surrounded by happy, laughing faces and pointing hands. Everyone is here, my friends and assistants. I cannot hear much since I'm still in the cockpit, and besides I still have my ears full of Oropax. Now they are opening the car's top. Air, air, oh how lovely the cold air feels. How wonderful it is that my car and I have succeeded. A plank is lowered on the car to help my exit, I step on it and climb down the ladder into the cheerful crowd who wants to share my joy.

"Bravo, Rudi", says Neubauer embracing me, "437 kph in one direction, 432,692 average speed."

"The car was marvellous", I say, "but there's still a lot more that can be done. We should try again tomorrow with more effort."

We briefly discuss my experiences during the run. Then I walk to my own car, in which my wife is waiting for me. We stay there for a while, embracing each other. This is how she awaits for me in the pits or around our car until I'm free from my race car and my friends.

It's warm and cosy inside the car, it is like a home on four wheels. I have a feeling that the run in that beautiful silver monster had only been a dream. How on earth had I hit each of those dark holes.

Now we are reached by congratulators and reporters, most of them old frieds of mine. I have to say... what can I say, really: that the car ran well, how the road can look so narrow, that if everything went OK I could be faster tomorrow.

In a long queue of vehicles we drive back to park hotel for a good rest and to eat breakfast.

The rest is short-lived. Neubauer is called to telephone, and he is excited when he returns.

"Auto-Union is there now with their new record vehicle. Rosemeyer and the whole team. They are already traveling towards the Autobahn. They will certainly try to break our new record before noon."

This is a sensation. We are left speechless. It is unforeseen that new records are made as if the runs were races. It's a suicide.

"I'm not going", I answer.

For a blink of an eye I see a picture ahead of me: two armor plated prehistoric beasts raging against each other, until one of them is forced to lie on the ground, lifeless.

Besides, it's too late, the winds are not calm enough any more. Already in the morning I felt gusts of wind in the forest. At these speeds the tires are barely touching the ground, each blast of wind can be felt through steering.

The initial excitement has gone, we just sit in silence. Our thoughts wander around Frankfurt-Damstadt straight. After breakfast, smoking our cigarettes, Brauchitsch asks:

"Maybe we should..?"

"Yes, it is better to go there, because we are not going to get peace of mind in here either," I answer.

So we leave the hotel once again. The starting area is now crowded with people. Reporters, sports enthusiasts and other spectators. Sky is partially covered by clouds and their shadows wander through the open fields. The wind has grown stronger. While driving I can see how the treetops wave restlessly.

When we arrive Rosemeyer is already sitting in his vehicle surrounded by the crowd. I force my way through the crowd to him and hold out my hand towards him.

"Congratulations, Rudi" he says and laughs. His white teeth shine brightly.

"Thank you," I reply. I wanted to say something else, a lot more. At this moment we are not competing against each other. He is my comrade, who surrenders himself into the same hazards as I. My throat is dry - I cannot, I even shouldn't say anything...

One more time he laughs to me, youthfully and happily. Then he turns towards someone else. I leave, go to my car and sit behind the wheel. There I sit like in a small warm cot in the middle of the track. Brauchitsch sits beside me.

"In this wind," I say to him, "do you understand it?". He shrugs his shoulders.

Then we see people scattering from the starting area. Rosemeyer's car shoots away like a white arrow, and people gather again into a crowd. They are waiting for his return.

After some time he is there again. He was faster than last year, but not fast enough to break my record.

The wind has grown yet stronger. Again Rosemeyer is preparing himself for start. Another run begins.

We still sit in our car and wait, wait...

Suddenly there's movement in the crowd. Pair of men go running on the road. Moments later everyone is running. I roll the window open. "What happened?" I exclaim to a boy running past us.

"Rosemeyer is injured" he answers without stopping.

Only we stay where we are.

"I don't want to drive there", I say.

"Neither do I", Brauchitsch replies quietly. Moments later he continues:

"And why? Why had this to happen?"

I don't reply, but I feel like a steep rift would open right before my eyes. Yes, why all this? What is the point behind people hurrying towards death for just a few seconds? To serve advancing of mankind and civilization? Ah, a sentence like that is ridiculous next to great reality of death.

But why, then? Why..?

At this moment I feel, for the first time, that each life is controlled by a designated law. A fighter's destiny is this: To burn himself to the end, down to the last sparkle - who cares what will become of the ashes.

A lone man appriaches us from the track, he is doctor Gläser, a racing doctor. His expression is serious. He walks to our car.

"Dead" he says. "He's lying in the forest and staring at the sky as if he would still breathe..."

I bite my lip. At this moment it feels as if life has fled from my body. We sit on our seats, frozen. Dead! It is unimaginable that at speeds like these the result would be anything else. Still, we had been hoping for a miracle.

So, he too, the embodiment of youth and heroism. Smiling, as if playing he had made his success. Now he had to pay his dues to destiny in the biggest price.

I think of you often, my friend Rosemeyer.

Dr. Gläser is still standing next to our car, with his head hanging low. I reach my hand towards him. I feel cold. I turn my car around and drive back to town.

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Elly Beinhorn



σκιτσακι με μπαμπα-μαμά-junior

[Alba Parietti]

ΜΠΡΑΒΟ!!!!!!Σε ευχαριστώ πολύ που μοιράστηκες μαζί μας αυτό το ντοκουμέντο

[KP61]

http://www.autosport.com/news/report.php/id/68206
το δημοσιευσε ο φιλος stoukerman στο historic-racing

[124 abarth stradale]

Αντιο Ove..
http://www.thelocal.se/12374/20080612/

[Joe Bar Team]

ΜΠΡΑΒΟ!!!!!!Σε ευχαριστώ πολύ που μοιράστηκες μαζί μας αυτό το ντοκουμέντο

νασαι καλά alba

(αλήθεια σου αρεσει τοσο πολυ η Αυγουλα κ πήρες το ονομα της?)