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On the first lap Caracciola led, and a fight began between the Mercedes and Glen Kidstons 6 ½-litre Bentley. Almost at once the rain began to fall, and soon a storm was sweeping over the course, drenching the drivers and sending Catherine-wheels of spray from the tires. Bernard Rubin was the first to have a bad crash. He skidded, swerved wildly over the road, and in his own words, overturned slowly but gracefully. He tried to reach the switches to turn off the engine, but the engine had saved him the trouble. He and his mechanic lay underneath the car expecting another car to run into them at any moment. Their fear was luckily unfulfilled. Rain brought no relenting to Caracciolas amazing speed-he continued to pass the grandstand at over 110 mph. The water leaped off the hood and spurted in fountains around the wheels, but he seemed to have no trouble at all the corners. Glen stuck to him as bravely, and the crowds settled down under a rood of umbrellas to watch a wonderful race. But a Bradshaws Brae, going at 90 mph, Glen skidded, could not hold the car, missed a telegraph pole by a miracle and crashed nose first over a ditch.
Not even this could check the
Mercedes, which lapped unfailingly at about 70, and then drew in to refuel. After twenty
laps it gained on the three leading Austins with their handicap of five laps, while
Campari was fourth in an Alfa that started with three laps. My Bentley was running
beautifully, and W.O., who was acting as my mechanic, was delighted. He saw that we had no
chance of catching the Mercedes with its three extra litres on level terms but he was
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