An old guy, presumably well into his 50's or up, a bird and a hedgehog, backed by an oil sheikh, go on to win the one and only Grand Prix in their lives, and they're up against opponents who are much more experienced. Yep, doesn't get any better than this.
When the Il Tempo Gigante concludes its pitstop, it burns rubber so hard the asphalt is roasted and curls up. Even the announcer gushes about how the acceleration forces at play, "have not been seen since the Apollo 3 rocket. It must have been at least 3G, which is quite alot on a racetrack."
The sequence where the trio put together Felgen's prototype race car. It's quite a sight.