The greatest road race of them all and the one of its kind. Across the desert, through the mountains, to the skies, in trance and beyond. La Carrera Panamericana.
The race that was meant to copy the most beautiful ones ended up being the one and only. Because being on the verge of life and death is adrenaline boiled to the fullest, existence exploited to its limits.
In today's terms imagine NASCAR stock cars, Le Mans Prototypes and GT cars glide through mountain passes with the odd opposite lockon the edge of chasms in slow motion with marbles of rubber leaving the host due to centrifugal force and the weary battle of the surface.
Porsches, Jaguars, Alfa Romeos, Lancias, Mercedes, Oldsmobiles, Hudsons. Fabulous ones. All in one race.
NASCAR racers, Le Mans winners, Formula One champions, rally drivers, tuners, hot rodders, Indy tacklers thrown on the same stretch of road across Mexico.
Surely, it would be the final chapter in all of motor sports on four wheels, wouldn't it? To end all races.
All your boyhood dreams rolled into one.
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