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Period Lancia Rally Documentaries Require No Translation
Back when Lancia was operating at the zenith of racing prowess, when it could afford to throw millions of lira into motorsport, it put on quite a show. Come, take a ride with Centro Storico Fiat, and let us remember the glory days of Italy's most innovative carmaker
Produced in 1983, the documentary concentrates on two purpose-built machines: the 037 rally car on the dirt and the LC2 racer on the tarmac. Both are wearing Martini's famed stripes. The former is shown surviving the ruthlessness of Group B; the latter, obscure by comparison, packed more power than a Porsche 956 and racked up more pole positions to boot, but won just three races in three years. It goes real in-depth. See the red-hot headers of the LC2's Ferrari-derived V-8 glow. Check out the 037 shorn of bodywork in a dark and snowy morning. Watch the Lancias tackle the Rothmans Porsche 956 at Le Mans. And, finally, we guarantee you'll never tire of seeing the 037 cresting hills and bounding merrily off jumps, in slow motion and at frenetic pace, through the night and under the blazing sun, narrowly dodging the throngs of spectators as it goes on to win the 1983 World Rally Championship.
This is "Winning" of a different sort. Close your eyes and let the sounds of high-revving turbo fours wash over you, as well as the synth.
But wait! There's more! Later in the decade, Lancia made another documentary-this time focusing on the Delta Integrale. No more 037. No more Group B, either, come to think of it. By then, the rally variant had finally developed 4WD, and what better way to showcase that than a grand tour from Scandinavia back home to Italy? Here, we see our hero disembark in Skellefteå, Sweden, then immediately hop into a Thema (though not the "Hellcat" edition) to pick up a real sporting Lancia: the stradale HF Integrale 8V.
Snowy shenanigans ensue. He encounters a dogsled pulled by huskies, which we imagine is an adorable, pesky, and common occurrence. He puts on his racing suit and helmet. He speeds across a winter wonderland at frightening speed. It's ok, he's a professional. Frozen lakebed shenanigans ensue from that. He picks up a few friends, meets a girl, And eventually, to heart-pounding synthesizer music, he makes his way to the tunnels and cliffs of the Italian Alps, unwinding neatly through the corners, dodging packs of sheep, and meets his sweater-vest-wearing friend, Paulo. Mission accomplished! A round of Peroni for all!
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