For all those who remember, each era can now be called a golden age of motor sports. The 50's with Fangio, Moss, Hawthorn, Ascari, and the last of the front engine race cars, dueling on their narrow wire wheels and hard tires. Then the 60's and the new rear engine machines which foretold of the rise of the English racing empire, Lola, Lotus, Brabham, McLaren. On to the aerodynamic revolution in the 70's, the Turbo 80's and to the dollars driven 90's. All can be Golden if you wish it. But none can be called an age of Titans. Chris Nixon has brough this era of Titans, these men who were both charming and brave souls, too life in his book as no one has before and their personalities are what shine through. He gives us first hand interviews with many of the charters who were at the center of this drama. A drama which was played out against a backdrop of potitical intrigue, one that was destined to change the world. And yet here these men and their machines stood out amid the darkening skies of the brewing storm. Not because the stood fore or against the Nazis, but in spite of them, and we see that their stars burned bright. We may never get closer to these Titans than we do in this book, but to read it made me feel as though I have stood in their shadows. A golden age indeed.