The Corkscrew: perhaps the most famous turn in all of racing. For years, I’ve been attending races at the famed Laguna Seca circuit, and I’ve hiked the track’s perimeter more times than I can count. I’ve hunted for photographer’s nooks and crannies, having been met with both resounding success and utter failure. Time and time again, though, I return to the hill and settle in: it just can’t be beat.
Year after year, there’s one car in particular that brings me back to the Rolex Historics at Laguna Seca. Don’t tell my peers… but, truth be told, it’s a Porsche, and a 911, at that. Sort of. The Porsche 935 has been, for as long as I can recall, one of my favorite automobiles on earth, trailing behind only the M1 Procar and the Zakspeed Capri.
I’m not entirely sure if I’ve ever actually seen a Chevy Monza on the road. Sold from 1975 to 1980, it’s not entirely surprising, considering it was somewhat of an economy car car built some 45 years ago, and to suggest that the Monza isn’t a pop culture hit is a bit of an understatement.
While standing trackside, with camera in hand, I often find myself musing on races of the past.
Discovered in a barn in 2003 as a nearly stripped chassis, this ’58 Lister was what most might consider “total rubbish.” Initially fitted with a Jaguar engine in 1961, it was blown up during testing at Willow Springs, bringing the car’s career to a quick and concise end. It was whisked away to storage, where it sat and was stripped, contributing parts to other cars over the decades, steadily heading towards its own demise.