Carlo Maria Abate (born 10 July 1932, in Turin), is an Italian former auto racing driver. Of French origin, he was one of the best Ferrari 250 GTO specialists. Abate preferred to be addressed as "Carlo Mario Abate" instead of his christened name.
Abate raced mostly for the private Italian team Scuderia Serenissima of Count Giovanni Volpi, but also for Scuderia Centro Sud, Scuderia Ferrari and the Porsche factory team. In 1959 he won the Mille Miglia with G. Balzarini.
In 1962 he tried participating in Formula One races, entering the 1962 Naples Grand Prix in a Porsche, finishing 4th. After crashing his Lotus 18/21 at his next race at Reims-Gueux, he withdrew his entry to his first World Championship event, the 1962 French Grand Prix. He returned to the track for the 1962 Mediterranean Grand Prix, where he came 3rd. The following year, he drove a Scuderia Centro Sud Cooper to 5th place in the 1963 Imola Grand Prix, and came 3rd at Syracuse. After withdrawing his entry to the 1963 Italian Grand Prix, he retired from the sport at the end of the year, his greatest year, culminating with a win at the Targa Florio in a factory Porsche with Jo Bonnier.
Abate later became the director of a clinic.
Read more about Carlo Maria Abate: Complete Formula One World Championship Results
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