Thoughts on The 12th Monaco Historique

Words and images: Evan Griffin Christie

In defense of a crumpled Maserati, and other romantic ramblings.

Now I have to tell you, I was not in Monaco to report on this race. I have never been to Monaco. I was in bed, in Seattle, my phone held above my face, watching the live stream and trying not to wake up my wife and kids. And as the camera panned, following Guillermo Fierro-Elleta as he turned in to head up the hill, I was confronted with a reality that temporarily broke my romantic trance.

There is a Steak ‘n Shake at Sainte-Dévote.

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