Picture it: Sicily, 1906, a ragtag bunch of cars and a dusty and dangerous path to glory. The race is the brainchild of Vincenzo Florio, Jr., the scion of a family made wealthy by fishing, pottery, and winemaking. No flaneur, nor a playboy, Florio embarked on his life’s work as the late Gilded Age world around him grew more mechanical, more...
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