There is a laundry list, but I have a particular soft spot for these lovely people:
Bernd Rosemeyer. He was a factory driver for Auto Union in the 30s. He was, naturally, and “honorary” member of the SS, but he never wore the uniform and took steps to actively undermine his military superiors. At the 1937 German Grand Prix, he landed a plane on the tarmac at the Nürburgring. At the start of the race, he led a rebellion against the Nazi injunction against the un-manly and un-Aryan practice of kissing wives and girlfriends before the race, and went, along with every other driver on the grid, to the paddock wall to do just that.
Here is is driving his Auto Union Type C at the aforementioned Grand Prix.
Juan Manuel Fangio. This is how much I love this guy:
We take selfies together outside of the Mercedes-Benz museum in Stuttgart.
Michele Mouton. In a sport dominated by men, she drove for Audi’s factory rally team and took runner-up in the 1982 driver’s championship. She is lovely and talented and an antidote to so much of the macho bullshit that is synonymous with racing.
Sir Jackie Stewart. I like Scottish drivers of all stripes, (get it? It’s a tartan joke.) Colin McRae and Alan McNish, in particular, but Sir Jackie is my favorite, mostly for the following:
Thanks for the question. Who are yours?