How an American Heiress and an Outcast Jewish Racer Took On Hitler's Best

I try not to pound the steering wheel in frustration. The bottleneck ahead finally loosens. Once I veer off onto the I-10 toward Santa Monica, the stop-and-go traffic becomes mostly go. Then I am cruising north on the Pacific Coast Highway. In the distance, there are mostly vistas of ocean and wildflower-covered hillsides. I might make it after ...