I was looking through some old Autoweeks this evening, and came across this story, which I thought I would share with you. "There were, of course, the usual Southern California oddities entered, but none was so odd as Parkes' 512F Ferrari. The car was bought by one Ray Keller, the 26-year-old proprietor of "Carpetbags of America" the nation's largest manufacturer of fabric handbags for ladies. Keller had never been to a motor race in his life. He had decided, some time earlier, that since he already owned six Ferraris, a seventh would be nice, and if it were a race car, it would be an appropriate present for the Cunningham museum. He set out for Europe to find a car. He went to London, no car. To Paris, none to be had. No cars in Rome and none in Amsterdam. Finally someone mentioned Filipinetti in Belgium and off he went to discover his curious relic just sitting there waiting for him. He fell in love on the spot and bought it. From Belgium, Rome is not a long drive, and Keller decided to motor on down. On the way, he stopped in at a tobacconist and picked up a copy of the Paris Herald Tribune to discover to his delight that there was shortly to be a race at Riverside. Perfect! He had just bought a race car and someone was having a race. He would enter it. Somehow he finagled Mike Parkes into driving and there it was, bright red and painted with the number 13. Everyone was delighted except Keller who was evidently a little overdelighted. First, he got into a punchup with a member of another crew when Parkes was maligned as a driver, then he was so overwhelmed when his car finished 10th that he jumped in it about 5 minutes after the race ended and started charging around the track. Since this was the first race he had ever seen, perhaps he could have been excused by really civilized men. But race stewards are not notoriously civilized and the sight of a red coupe with numbers on it wailing and weaving around a race track swarming with spectators was less than appealing. They flagged him down. But Keller, totally inexperienced in such matters, hadn't a clue what the flags were for except perhaps to give him encouragement. He raced on. Then they stood out on the track and tried to wave him down. Keller took that for hearty approval and continued. Finally, they blocked off the track with some trucks and Keller HAD to stop. Since he had entered the car under Parkes' name and his appeared nowhere in the entry or anywhere else for that matter, the only thing the stewards could do was disqualify the car. Such is the fate of the carb carpetbagger."