Last Thursday when I first heard of the passing of Phil Hill, the first American to win the F1 World Championship, I posted a quick note of appreciation on my personal blog, in which I said I’d write a fuller tribute later.

I’ve sat down to write that entry here on The Speed Blog at least three times over the weekend since, and never managed to get it to say what I wanted.  As usual in cases like this I went of and did some research, checking out Phil Hill’s official website, his wikipedia entry,  obituaries, a variety of F1 history sites, and pulled various reference books off my book case.  They all told the same basic story of dry facts about the man’s career, but little about the man himself.

Part way through the weekend I realized that my “memories” of Phil Hill were all retrocative, based on what I’d read or heard. I was only 3 years-old when we bacame World Champion, and I really didn’t become fully aware of Grand Prix racing till I was around 6 or 7. I recall that I did have a toy model of his famous shark-nose Ferrari and often raced it against my model Vanwalls. Lotus’s and others in my living room GPs. But that was about it.

Phil Hill is one of those icons that while being around during a large portion of my own life, is in some ways a figure from history. I never got to see him race, either in person, or on TV. His is a name I became familiar with through the printed word and photographs of an era I never knew.

Others can honor his memory and achievements better than I.

All I can add is rest in peace Mr. Hill – your place in auto-racing history will never be forgotten and every time I see a picture of you at speed in that beautiful Ferrari, it will always bring back some of my most cherished childhood memories.