Back in '64, Indy cars were basically metal hot dogs with tall skinny wheels. Super cool. In later years, they would grow giant chrome trombones sticking out of the back, which amplified their glorious noise and their coolness by a billion percent.
We can only assume Steve was there at the '64 race. Sure, I wasn't born yet, but I'm still jealous.
Please enjoy the racial stereotyping of this Peugeot ad. Even the French make fun of the French? What goes on?