Formula one motor racing is not just about noisy cars and
egotistical drivers jet setting around the World. It is indeed a clear
commentary on life itself. The year is 1967.
The final F1 race of the year in Mexico City.
Dennis Hulme the no nonsense Brabham driver, set out to secure the
championship in this the final race of the year.Believe me Bernie could
not have staged it any better!. However the line up of drivers of the
day makes for very sad reading some 33 years latter. Both Chris Amon
and Jack Brabham are still with us, but I understand Jack Brabham has
almost lost his hearing, no doubt from all of the years of having a
thumping racing engine within a few inches of his ears for hours on end.
What about the rest of the line up? Virtually all deceased. The
great Jim Clark, Graham Hill, Bruce McLaren, Dennis Hulme, Rindt,
Bonnier, Mike Spence, Siffert, all no longer with us. Only two of those
not through racing accidents. It was a very dangerous time to be racing
at the top level of motor sport.
Will the next ten years see such an annihilation of such wonderful
men, and such extremely talented characters? Clark did go on to win the
race with Hulme finishing good enough to win the World Championship,
and that was done with a year of steady finishing and a few wins.
Both Monaco and The German Grand Prix at the famous old fourteen
mile Nurburgring. Some years before as a 13 year old I had shaken hands
with Jack Brabham after a Grand Prix win, and in fact finished drinking
his coke left in the driver's seat after this, as it was just sitting
on the seat of his little Cooper. Much to the amusement of those with
me, and in fact demonstrating a lot of cheek! Try that now-a-days! Oh
how things have changed! Of course I didn't realize quite the
significance of the occasion but that's what happened and for those of
us overfifties we realise that's how things have changed and that's
just life.