Sam Collier - Death

Death

Samuel was killed while leading the (September 23) 1950 Watkins Glen Grand Prix, held on public roads in and around the village of Watkins Glen, New York, when the Ferrari 166 that he was driving left the road. He died at 6:30 pm in Montour Falls. The accident received front-page coverage in the New York press. A memorial stone was placed at the spot where Sam Collier left the road. His brother, Miles, gave up racing soon thereafter and died of polio within a few years. Samuel was honored in 1995 in front of the Court House at that year's Watkins Glen Grand Prix Festival.

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