Sam Posey - Recent Years

Recent Years

Posey later moved to Speedvision (now known as Speed Channel). He currently does essay work for Outdoor Life Network's coverage of the Tour de France serving as the "Race Historian", and writes for Road & Track magazine.

Posey is also the author of Playing With Trains, a book on model railroading published by Random House, and The Mudge Pond Express, an autobiography which centers around his personal racing career and love of the sport.

Noted CART journalist Robin Miller was known for poking fun of Posey, once going so far as to say that Posey "talked much better than he ever drove."- Champ Car Magazine, October/November 1999.

An accomplished artist and painter, Posey was once interviewed by motorsports artist, Beacham Owen for an article on CanAm racing for the Daily News of Los Angeles in Southern California. Posey was driving a Chevy powered Lola CanAm car for Dana Chevrolet at the time. Posey now suffers from Parkinson's Disease, which has attenuated his activities in recent years.

Posey is the voice for the pre-race build-up montage slotted between the Mercedes-Benz Pre-Race Show and the actual race coverage for each Formula 1 race shown on the Speed Channel. Posey also comments on recent Formula 1 races and the championship in a segment called "Posey's Perspective" as part of the Formula 1 Debrief show (also featuring Bob Varsha, David Hobbs, Steve Matchett, and Will Buxton) on the Speed Channel.

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