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Byline: Cory Farley
One of the perks of motoring journalism is that you sometimes get to ride with people whose driving skills are to your own as an NFL quarterback's Hail Mary pass is to you flipping dirty socks into a hamper.
It's a shock. You're the neighborhood gearhead; you care about driving and try to do it well. Then you buckle in next to (in my case, and in their prime) Bob Bondurant, Jackie Stewart or John Buffum, and you realize you're a finger-painter privileged to watch a Monet.
Rally great Buffum made the biggest initial impression. I'd honed what I thought of as my "rallye'' skills on dirt roads beginning in Dad's Chevy wagon. My secret belief when I met John at a long-ago press day was that I'd ride along on the orientation lap, then we'd swap seats, and he'd gape in awe.
That dream faded in the first turn, where he held terminal drift angles with one hand while using the other to illustrate how he'd place the car for the upcoming esses. I was so disillusioned when I took over that it wasn't a surprise when he said, "You could use more gas here.''
These days, though, I think most often of Stewart, ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Great(s) Driving.(Column)