WHEN HISTORY REPEATS

h, the nostalgia of bygone days. You could tell a rally driver by the fearless glint in his eye, his hairstyle, and the age-old gestures. As the mid ’70s dawned, rallying began to embark on its golden age; spanning the globe, tinged with a romantic glamour, and cars that matched the movie-star styling the sport had started to gather. The ’70s and ’80s era of the sport became folklore: the cars, the personalities, the romance — and unforgettably, the danger — made