Stirling Moss: A Nodding Acquaintance With Death

Stirling Moss: A Nodding Acquaintance with Deathsensitive, intelligent, almost unbelievably skillful, he is wholly dedicated to a sport that has twice nearly killed himA Pretty, Pink-Cheeked English nurse pushed him into the room; he was riding a high-backed, old-fashioned--looking wheelchair, a small man, heavily muscled, laughing, slit-eyed. It was his 46th day in the hospital, and for 38 of those days he had been unconscious, or semiconscious, or in amnesia, but he was tan and he looked stron...