There’s a famous old photo of Bruce McLaren, parked outside a corner shop in East Horsley, doors up, slouched in the chaise-longue driver’s seat of a barely disguised Can-Am racer—get Googling for it, you won’t be disappointed.
Enclosed in flame-red bodywork and fitted with treaded tires, the machine was, to all intents, a street-legal McLaren supercar...23 years before the F1. A proper road-going racer, it became Bruce’s daily driver. It’s thought he drove it to Goodwood on the day he died, in June 1970.
Fifty years later, that very same car sits beneath the hulking ironwork of downtown Chicago’s raucous overhead railway. In the city that inspired Gotham, it’s the British Batmobile they never had—a cartoonish doorstop, complete with flip-up doors and pop-up headlights, manually raised using fingerholes in the pods.