Everybody thought I was dead.
I didn't have a bruise on my body.
I didn't have anything at all.
I looked up, and I saw a red flag.
That's lucky they've stopped the race.
Back then we had the restarts, and...
also we had spare cars,
so your mind goes, "Get in the spare car."
And new ear plugs! Yes, okay.
And new gl and new gloves!
And so, you can't start
until you've seen Professor Watkins.
"Where's Sid? Anybody know where Sid is?"
I ran towards him like crazy.
I got there, and he said, "I can see you're okay.
I've just watched you run 300 meters. What's the date?"
I said, " It's the 10th of March."
He said, "Then you're fine. Get in the car."
There is no doubt about it.
A few years before, I would have been a dead man.
We want to see something exceptional,
breathtaking, that we think we can't do.
We want to see gladiators, warriors.
And let's face it, we do like to see a bit of a show.
but we don't want to see deaths.
Miracle of miracles!
This is well nigh unbelievable!
Martin Brundle gets out of the car,
and he's seemingly all right.
It is incredible how this changed,
and suddenly it became unacceptable
to die in the name of sport.
Grand Prix is like the Olympics of motor sports,
with the cars in all national colors,
blue for the French, green for the british,
red for Italy, and white for the Germans,
until Mercedes stopped using paint on those silver arrows.
Michael Schumacher wins
and becomes the most successful Grand Prix driver of all time!
The silver cars that are the pride of Hitler Germany.
Alfa Romeo wins, driven by the fabulous Nouvalari.
What a feeling for Fernando Alonso!
Ha wins the Italian Grand Prix at Monza.
As the French announce their search for the fastest men
in a new world championship series to be entitled Formula 1,
with the local race to be held at Silverstone.
Enzo Ferrari for one is looking impressed
for the new wave of British motor racers.
Il Commendatory has labeled the new independent designers
"garagistes",the men who cannot build engines.
Fangie is beaten in Buenos Aires
by former teammate and fastest rival, Stirling Moss,
in a Cooper funny car, no less.
What Courage by these men,
to push these cars and themselves
to their very limits! But that is Formula 1.
Formula 1 was born in a bygone time
when boys' heroes reigned in the sky.
When you're young, you wanted to be a Formula 1 driver.
You wanted to be an astronaut,
you wanted to be a fighter pilot.
After the Second World War,
the mindset of going off
and doing something courageous in a vehicle,
this just naturally flowed into what became Formula 1.
when you see photographs and film of that era,
the seriousness of them is awe inspiring.
I grew up in that world.
My dad was world champion at 62, and I was two.
They all had this genuineness about them.
They all were the real article.
I certainly had respect to those that went before me.
Some of them were my contemporaries.
I met one time, probably in my view,
the greatest Grand Prix driver ever,
and that includes people like Michael Schumacher and Ayrton Senna.
Fangio. Fangio.
Fangio.
Juan Manuel Fangio.
The first big name in Formula One
may have been the best driver ever.
fangio would win five world titles,
a record that stood for 40 years,
surpassed only by Michael Schumacher.
Whenever you drive those cars
that Fangio had to race in,
it's very scary.
You have to hold yourself on the steering wheel.
No safety belts.
The helmet was just like a hat
goggles and you had to be brave.
The most celebrated driver in a dangerous time
survived.
The year Fangio retired, 1958, the formula changed
The sport's governing body announced from Paris
that Formula One would crown two world champions each season.
One title for the fastest driver,
and another for the manufacturer of the fastest machine.
This was the evolution, you know?
Each team has to take engines,
take chassis and technology to the absolute limit.
in this new competition,
The British began to challenge the Old World continental powers.
All the English teams were considered to be
the garagistes by Ferrari and the other racing teams.
One Englishman would set the pace of progress,
in racing and the entire automotive world.
We basically go racing 'cause l like it.
I like the competitiveness of it,
I like the comradeship of it.
And I also like the technical fallout that comes from it.
Colin Chapman was a great character,
if at times a bit cavalier.
Oh,I don't know about that.
Colin Chapman was an engineer who learned to fly,
an entrepreneur who made lightweight sports cars for the public,
as well as for Grand Prix under the name Lotus.
In those days, Lotus was an out and out racing car.
My father, he was always pushing the envelope.
Good engineering means you've designed something to its limit.
Colin was the maverick of all time.
He was a genius.
He was the team owner that you will be want to drive for.
By 1963, Chapman had designed
the fastest machine in Formula One.
And he had the fastest men behind the wheel of a Lotus.
Jim Clark was the best racing driver
I ever raced against.
The whole exercise was to be as good as you can get
over the limit.
And Jimmy drove in such a way
that he was never over the limit.
He was never erratic. He was never spectacular.
He was spectacularly fast, but is an unspectacular fashion.
It was smooth and clean and beautifully handled.
He would win more Formula One championship races
than any driver before him,
finishing in second place only once in his career.
He was a country boy.
Ha was a farmer from the borders of Scotland,
quiet and almost innocent.
I'd like to get back here much more often.
It's,uh,great relaxation to get back here,
And very much the opposite from racing.
Clark became the face of Formula One,
with another champion, Graham Hill,
playing his affable foil.
Everyone was quite close.
Jim Clark had been to our house,
and I knew Colin Chapman sort of the same way as I knew my dad.
They sounded the same, and they had the same mustache.
Conlin was an extreme extrovert,
great fun to be with,
but very different in character to Jimmy, really.
Jimmy was quieter. But they were like brothers.
Together,they were racing on the limit
of manmade speed and ingenuity.
They won four world championships between them,
and a record five British Grand Prix.
But for all their success,
they failed to take the checkered flag
at the most famous motor race of all.
Fast cars and courageous souls from all over the world
have been racing through these streets since 1929.
Monaco is terrifying.
You cannot believe it's possible
to hold a motor race round Monaco.
In the first few laps,
you stick your head up to see where it went,'cause
it's just guardrails that you can't hardly see.
You're millimeters away from barriers.
You either do a lap that you're so proud of,
you're always wondering if you could ever go through that again,
or you end up in the wall.
The danger aspect to thin
is one of the parts that drives us racing drivers.
It's something we love.
One man mastered these streets
like no other driver in history.
Monaco was a special place for Senna.
He was the best in the world.
His concentration on one lap was just uncanny.
Ayrton Senna won Monaco a record six times,
one more victory than the man with the derring do mustache.
Graham Hill came to Monaco in 1966
to defend his third straight victory.
It's a tremendous race
and a great one to come and watch,
and if anybody's going to come and see a Grand Prix, this in really the one.
It's such a nice place to be anyway.
To come to Monaco and talk to men
is a waste of time, so excuse me.
That's when motor racing was really dangerous,
and sex was safe.
Still today, what defines Formula One
is the sense of prestige.
It's an event. Kings want to be there.
r For me, it's a thrill to see an expert at work.
Upon meeting Graham Hill, you like him.
Watching him made me become more interesting in racing
and what these men were doing.
In those days, Hill's fiercest rivals
were also his closest friends.
The intimacy was incredible,
from the racing drivers to the mechanics
to the wives and the girlfriends.
The camaraderie was very deep.
We went on holidays together.
We lived together. We traveled together.
You felt very much part of this family
growing up together.
Motor racing was just a part of it.
The drivers formed a trade union,
the Grand Prix Drivers' Association.
The women soon followed suit with the Doghouse Club.
Well,the doghouse club
is where I was kept growing up with the wives and girlfriends of drivers.
What do they call them now? Wags, I think.
Betty Brabham stood up at one dinner,
and she said, "Jack's in the doghouse."
And they all realized they were all feeling very much the same way.
They were always playing with engines
or something like that,
and not paying nearly enough attention to us.
The fact that he's going to work all night on his car,
and then it's going to break down after two laps.
You have to love this man
to be a good wife of a racing driver.
The wives did the lap scores,
and that would decide the grids,
because there was no real sort of official time keepers.
these kind of slightly romantic memories
that everyone's got of the whole thing.
We just were a clan to ourselves.
They traveled by caravan, town to town,
country to country, for six months straight.
Even the most celebrated drivers raced
in the lesser Formula Two series
in the off weekends
to keep this family circus on the road.
I drove Formula Two with Bruce McLaren
and Jochen Rindt
and Jackie Stewart and Jim Clark,
all sorts of top drivers of that era.
I got the shock of my life because they were putting the brakes on
at about the point going into the corner that I was taking them off.
There is a point where you don't think
you should take it beyond, when you're on edge,
and you're just pushing your luck a little.
The problem is, when you push it to the limit,
it's irresistible, and as soon as you've done it.
you want to do it again.
The charismatic young Italian, Lorenzo Bandini,
racing for Ferrari,
died after a fiery crash at the 1967 Monaco Grand Prix.
This was the beginning,
when the evolution of the machines
began to overtake the standards of the tracks.
The seeds had already been sown
for an uprising within the drivers' ranks.
Just months beofore Bandini's death,
the FIA changed the formula for entrance.
They doubled the size of the engine
and more than doubled the power.
They were just racing on the same tracks
as they had done almost pre war.
The racetracks hadn't changed.
The medical facilities hadn't changed.
The marshaling hadn't changed.
And suddenly the cars were going almost twice as fast.
That same year Colin Chapman convinced
the mighty Ford Motor Company
to invest in a powerhouse engine
for his new, even lighter design.
He signed Graham Hill to drive for Team Lotus,
alongside his old rival Jim Clark.
The number one man in motor racing
started selling space on his racing machines,
like billboards in motion.
Sponsors meant money.
Money meant making better cars.
He'd paint the car any color you wanted,
as long as he could Have more resources to realize his ideas.
For the 23 drivers in the grid,
sponsorship meant exposure.
Soon, every boy's hero was a racer.
My first real hero
was Jim Clark, no question about it.
To me, he was the guy I would like to have been.
One of Jim Clark's first drives
in the red and gold colors of Gold Leaf Tobacco
was in Germany.
It was a Formula Two race.7
It was 1968, at Hockenheim.
In April. And I was on the grid.
The whole world stopped when that happened.
You don't understand when you're young what's going on.
But I remember watching the television when Jim Clerk died.
As you have probably heard,
yesterday Jim Clark, racing driver Jim Clark,
was killed in Germany.
I believe he was a friend of yours.
Yes, he was a good friend of mine, Peter,
and I think, you know, I'm very sad about it,
and everyone involved in motor sport
all around the world will be very sad.
He was a very fine driver, wasn't he?
Yep, I think one of the greatest,
perhaps, uh, perhaps the greatest yet.
It was a deflating tire, that's what Colin thought.
He was really, really devastated.
He was never quite the same after that.
This is the tragedy of motor racing,
is when you do get close to a driver
and there is an accident, of course it
it hurts you so much more.
He was, I would say, my best friend,
best friend I've ever had.
There was no barrier,
and the car went in full speed into the trees.
I'd always explained to my wife that
as long as you were reasonably careful,
it was all perfectly safe.
We suddenly realized that if Jimmy died,
God, anybody could be killed.
In 1968, we had a driver die
every month on the same weekend
for four consecutive months.
And we were racing on the fifth weekend
in circumstances that we should never have been allowed to go out in.
You couldn't see 60 meters of visibility
because of the fog and the heavy rain.
And the very first question I asked
when I got out of the car was, "Is everybody okay?"
If you spoke to the FLA or the organizers
and you said, "This is really very dangerous, "
they'd say, "Well,if you think motor racing's dangerous,
"slow down a bit. Don't drive so fast It's entirely up to you."
They were blind to the reality.
They didn't know those drivers.
They didn't know the drivers' wives
and the drivers' fathers and mothers.
I thought to myself in those days,
if ever I get into a position of any power in this world,
I will do something about it.
One month after Clark's funeral,
Graham Hill climbed back into his Lotus
and won the Spanish Grand Prix.
What my dad did with Lotus,
he re galvanized the team
by not letting this tragedy be totally destructive to everything.
in 1968, Graham Hill went on,
and he still won a world championship.
And you just realized this was another world.
The drivers could just go on.
Some just don't care about risk.
Down from the Vialone, 185 miles an hour,
four cars virtually together,
and down to the Parabolica they come.
Can Stewart hold the line on this, the last lap?
Somebody's challenging it's Rindt going through!
Jochen Rindt takes the lead in the Parabolica,
on the last corner of the last lap.
and it's going to be a fringe factor to win.It must be!
It's...it's over the line together!
And it's almost a dead heat! It's Jackie Stewart,
Rindt, Beltoise, and McLaren!
Nobody has ever seen the finish of a motor race like that!
I won the race by about this much, from Jochen Rindt.
And the crowd went absolutely bananas.
They suddenly were on top of us,
and the police were trying to keep them back.
We ended up by locking ourselves in a toilet!
And they were still outside banging the doors, trying to get in.
There was no more enthusiastic a crowd of spectators
than that of the Italians.
They really follow the motor racing with a passion.
They're so spirited, they're so enthusiastic.
From that point of view at Monza,
it's certainly the capital of the world.
It's one of their beloved Ferraris in the lead,
and another of them in second place.
The tifosi all around me are erupting.
The Ferrari flags are flying.
The counting horses are counting.
And Michael Schumacher wins in Italy!
Since 1929,
Ferrari fans have come to Monza.
The tifosi,
tens of thousands strong,
cheering,
praying,
crying,
for a German,
or a South African,
or an Englishman.
The Italian fans stormed over
and lifted me up and carried me down
to the podium. It was incredible.
In my early years, I struggled
to sort of understand what It means, Ferrari.
yeah, okay, it's a race car.
Yeah, right, it looks good,
but didn't understand about the history.
Enzo Ferrari, il Commendatore,
created a dynasty.
In the first two decades of Formula One,
his powerful engines had delivered six championships.
Ferrari had also lost six drivers.
By 1969, Ferrari,
like every other team on the grid,
was chasing Chapman and Lotus into a brave new world.
Suddenly, we were running biplanes.
When the wings came, it was a step change.
The aerodynamics gives the tire more grip.
That enables the car to go faster round the corner.
Obviously, the drag from the wings
makes the car go slower on the straight,
but peak cornering speeds went up.
Obviously,as you increase the cornering speed,
things become more dangerous.
This was the evolution of the sport.
You cannot stop progress.
The first team to take advantage
of aerodynamics was lotus.
I remember Colin Chapman arrived
OO in the morning, and he'd suddenly had this dream
huge wings.
In Spain,at the second Grand Prix of the 69 season,
Chapman ordered his mechanics to expand the wings
the morning of the race for his defending champion,
Graham Hill,
and his new driver,
a German born Formula Two star named Jochen Rindt.
We could see from the pits
the wings appear to start to buckle.
Graham's went first.
One of the boys ran back to try and signal Jochen's car.
Rindt's wings collapsed
at the same turn in the track.
Hill escaped unhurt,
then fought to pull his young teammate
out of the wreckage.
Rindt suffered a broken nose, a fractured Jaw,
and shattered confidence in the man building his cars.
If Jim Clark had been like a brother to Colin Chapman,
Jochen Rindt was like a petulant son.
Jochen had a few ups and downs with the old man.
Orphaned when he was just 15 months old,
ha assumed his family inheritance at 18,
and started buying racing cars.
At 25, he married a fashion model, Nina Lincoln,
the daughter of another racer.
Jochen was acerbic,
apt to react very strongly to situations.
On one or two occasions,
Rindt wouldn't actually drive one or two cars because he felt
that the design of the car was unsafe.
Drivers,when they're young,
they will drive whatever you give them.
Jochen Rindt was completely different.
I can remember at one point
he put a dollar sign on his helmet.
He was looking for someone to buy him out of his contract.
Jochen,he had this mysterious manager
called Ecclestone.
Rindt and Bernie were always playing cards,
and he had a sort of a live wire,
sort of businessman feel about him.
Bernie could handle Colin Chapman.
Normally people went up to Colin
and they were more or less on their hands and knees.
He wanted Jochen to drive a car
that Jochen didn't want to drive,
thought it wasn't safe.
They had a few arguments over that.
All these cars were super light
and probably not safe.
It was certainly going to be quicker.
In 1970,
Chapman unveiled a new look Lotus
for his steely young driver
that would bring Formula One into the modern age.
The wedge shape, the side radiators
it was all highly advanced and amazingly
fragile.
The car was being developed at race meetings
in the back of trucks.
A lot of things fell off, broke.
The whole safety thing wasn't even an issue.
Let's not beat around the bush,
a designer's first requirement
is to make it fast.
Being quick comes first.
One month into the 1970 season,
Rindt set aside his reservations
and sent Chapman's new Lotus
roaring into the history books.
Jochen Rindt and I were the two fastest drivers,
that'd be fair to say.
I saw a lot of the back side of his car in 1970.
They came to Monza
with almost twice as many points
as the second place team,
owner/driver Jack Brabham.
At practice, we often decided to take the wings off the car.
It was all to do with straight line speed.
At Monza, you gained more down the straight.
75 percent of the drivers take the wings off.
The wings were off my car and the car was absolutely,
for me, undrivable.
It's the first time I've been really,really frightened
in a racing car.
Jochen felt the only way he was going to go really fast
was to get rid of the wings
and sort of hang the consequences.
But the 72 had never been raced without wings.
I ran back to see Nina, his wife,
to tell her what was happening,
but I didn't know what the situation wan with Jochen,
but I certainly didn't want to worry her.
Bernie and I ran down to the Parabolica
to see what we'd find.
Jochen had gone by then.
It comes over you
that you're the last person they talked to.
You search your brain to see if there's something that you've done wrong,
but Jochen, he said, "Leave the wings off, " he said, "for sure."
That you would stop racing.
One of the first men
to openly question the safety of his sport
was silenced at the age of 28.
Two months later,
his widow was awarded the world championship,
the only posthumous title ever won in Formula One.
The lesson of Jochen Rindt was that
had he had even basic proper medical attention,
he would have survived.
The Grand Prix Drivers' Association
had a really good articulated vehicle
with everything on board.
The people did not put him into that vehicle.
They took him to the wrong hospital,
and the time he'd got to the right hospital, he'd died.
Jochen Rindt was the third Formula One star
to be killed that seasons.
Bruce McLaren was killed at Goodwood.
Nineteen days later,
Piers Courage was killed in the Dutch Grand Prix.
Those were tragic times in so many ways,
because we'd lost some icons of our sport.
He had an accident.
As far as the world knew, that's what happened.
He had an accident and got killed.
And nobody really looked behind it,
why the accident happened
and could somebody have done something to stop it happening.
It always took some kind of a tragic event
for us to say, "You know what? We can do better."
We're getting smarter and smarter about these cars.
We're able to make them go faster.
Why can't we use the same knowledge to make them safer?
There is a parallel between Formula One racing
and space.
As a kid,I followed all the moon missions.
Five... four. . . three...
two... one. Ignition sequence
Liftoff! We have aliftoff!
It was the same time
they sent men in rockets to the moon.
They are carrying fire inside these machines.
They are driving over the edge...
into new worlds, getting beyond boundaries.
Also about life and death.
And that's Formula One, too.
You knew when the season started,
one or two of your heroes would be killed.
Koen Vergeer was among the legion of boys worldwide
who became obsessed with Formula One
during its most violent decade.
He was just 11 years old when he saw his first race,
the Dutch Grand Prix at Zandvoort.
We went there by train,
and you go into the sand of the dunes.
And nothing is organized on no signs at all, nothing.
You can be lost in the dunes, if you want to.
And after half an hour, you find the track.
In the early 70s, Formula One was
really a little bit of a circus act.
You'd go to a Grand Prix.
Until the cars came out to practice,
you wouldn't know who was going to turn up.
Each team would negotiate
with the individual promoters at these various circuits.
In fact, the organizers paid the broadcasters
to show the Grand Prix.
The whole business was much more informal in those days,
so even as a fan, you could literally
go into the paddock, and there were your heroes.
Jacky Ickx was my hero. He had his mysterious name.
Jacky Ickx the baby faced Belgian,
with Ferrari in 1970,
was the one driver who could have caught
Jochen Rindt for the championship.
In truth, Ickx came perilously close to becoming
the fourth casualty of the season.
Being burnt is one of the most painful things you can have.
You can be broken, you can have all sort of things,
But being burned, it's really it's terrible.
I never thought it could happen to me.
It's not going to happen to me.
You always think it's going to happen
to the other driver, not to you.
It was never going to happen to we.
A lot of drivers have the philosophy
that It's always someone else who has an accident,
it's never themselves.
But of course you're always on the very thin line
between survival and even disaster,
or certainly death.
Jackie Stewart had a huge accident at Spa.
He was trapped in his car upside down,
and he was soaked in fuel.
The great fear was fire in those days.
Those cars were all effectively a mobile bomb
because in an accident,
the fuel went everywhere and caught fire.
When Jacky had his accident, no one was wearing seatbelts.
That's because they preferred if they hit anything
to be thrown free from the car.
It's proof of how amateur we were ,
organizers teams, and drivers.
Both Jackies had been caught out and escaped,
only to become absolute rivals in the revolution.
Ickx won at Zandvoort in '71,
while the other Jackie won his second world title.
We were in total opposition.
Pure competition.
The flying Scot became chair
of the Grand Prix Drivers' Association,
and as world champion,
the de facto leader in the uprising.
You're all wearing seatbelts
because in these cars,
an unfastened seatbelt is no good.
While Baby Face refused to join the union.
Jacky was not a believer in the safety movement.
Jacky just didn't want to be part of the GDPA
because it didn't quite suit the image of Jacky Ickx.
I was not part of it because that's the way I am.
What he didn't like was threats.
You know, "We will not race tomorrow unless you do this."
You know, union tactics.
The FIA in those days was very weak,
and anyway the FIA consisted of the organizers,
so there was no proper organization.
For me, it was a very simple,black and white case.
You know,we had to get the race tracks themselves
to recognize they needed to do more,
had to put more fencing up or more barriers up.
It was all costing money,
and they had never had to spend the money on the race track before.
Stewart became the new face of Formula One,
as steel armco barriers were installed
at places like Zandvoort and Silverstone.
Max Mosley became a constructor
and team owner with March Engineering.
Bernie Ecclestone joined him in the paddock as an owner,
after buying Jack Brabham's old team.
and on the wings of aerodynamics,
a new stable of young guns arrived
to fill the empty drivers's seats.
We were very aware then
that the drivers had massive respect for each ether
because they knew,
a bit like fighter pilots in World War II,
that they might not come back.
There was Jody Scheckter of South Africa,
the quiet Austrian, Niki Lauda,
John Watson of Northern lreland.
Other British hopefuls, James Hunt,
David Purley,
and Roger Williamson.
The super Swede, Ronnie Peterson,
the American playboy Peter Revson,
whose family created Revlon Cosmetics,
and the Renaissance Man from France,Francois Cevert,
handpicked by Stewart for team owner Ken Tyrrell.
He was like a young fighting cock.
Ha was enormously good looking,
had an incredible pair of eyes, and, uh,
did a lot of damage with the young ladies.
Francois absolutely idolized Jackie.
He was almost up
to Jackie's standard at that time.
We had probably one of the strongest teams
that would have been in motor racing.
Everything I knew about the sport,
I was passing on to him.
What do you think about Emerson as a pilot? Who?
Emerson Fittipaldi. Who?
You know, the guy who won the world championship.
Oh, yes! Ha ha!
Colin Chapman had his fourth world champion
in eight years,
a brilliant young Brazilian
named Emerson Fittipaldi.
We were, like, 21 drivers
establishing Grand Prix racing.
Your odds are 7 to 1 to survive.
Colin told "Emerson, I don't want to get too close to you,
and you know the risk you have.
At any time, I can lose you."
Cevert's going to be your danger, I reckon.
Yon beat him, I reckon you'll win the race.
That was Colin Chapman.
My first Grand Prix was in Silverstone,
the British Grand Prix.
Graham Hill walked into the room, it was like...
almost like a god walking in.
But if you can't compete with them
and get into that car, and go out
and literally "put your cock on the block, "
then you shouldn't be in it.
The cars' now coming up onto the grid,
and they'll only be held there for seconds
before the flag falls and the start of the race.
At the beginning,
you were just trying to prove to yourself
and to other people that you were fast enough.
The flag's up.
Jackie Stewart going through on the inside,
behind Ronnie Peterson.
Jackie Stewart made a blinding start.
It's still Peterson, just holding Stewart out
as they go through copse for the first time.
What a driver is there for is to take it
to the limit and keep it at that limit,
and that's in every part of every corner.
It's keeping it right on that limit.
And then Francois Cevert.
Jody Scheckter's lost it.
Jody Scheckter has been hit,
a multiple shot at the end of the first lap.
Jody Scheckter, with the McLaren.
They're stopping the race.
Here comes Jackie Stewart, terribly fast,
and Ronnie Peterson coming up, terribly fast.
It's a lot of adrenaline's gone into you,
and you're nearly just laughing all the way to the pits
until you tell the guys what the bloody hell happened, you know?
Eleven cars retired, but no one was killed.
Very Iucky.
Silverstone, which was one of the biggest,
if not the biggest accident in Formula One,
brought it home to me... to win,you've got to finish.
Two minutes to go...
The next race was the Dutch Grand Prix at Zandvoort.
We were up on a hill because my father could film
very good from there,
and then you could walk down to a fence.
Behind the fence was the armco.
As a kid, 11 years old, I want to be in that
vortex of sound and color.
The sound goes through your bones
into your stomach somewhere,
and I remember the first time i saw the cars coming.
I thought, this is my world !
Eight laps into the race,
there was a single car collision with the newly installed armco barriers.
I saw a car flying through the air,
and I looked straight into the cockpit.
But it was in a flash,
and the car shattered on the asphalt.
1973, when I had March,
it was Roger Williamson. One of our cars.
He was a close friend.
David Purley stopped his car,got off
and he was trying to lift the car.
And there was all...
lots of people just watching.
Nobody came to give him a hand, and he was desperate.
We passed it every lap.
Yellow flags were being flown to slow us down,
but the race was never stopped.
In those days, they didn't stop races.
Jackie was probably the greatest ambassador
the sport has ever had,
and he was a great pioneer of safety,
but if he had to drive,
he would jump in the car and drive.
When the visor goes down,
you escape from the grief,
the dramas, the thoubles, the pain and suffering.
And it was only when you came back,
you know, the visor went back up,
that reality, you became aware of,
again.
Williamson's dead. There's no lap of honor.
Quiet presentation.
It's clear that, in racing,
we are all the same.
In life, we need just some extra luck.
For me, at 11 years old,
it was terrifying,
but also fascinating, what was happening there.
I think they thought we were gladiators,
and if you went into the Coliseum,
you knew there was lions in there,
and that chances are you wouldn't get out
I really began to cry,
but at the same time, I thought,
how can you cry about someone you knew nothing about?
He was an ordinary working class lad
who'd just done it by his own talent.
Those things have a big, big effect on you.
The year Roger Williamson died,
the FIA established mandatory on track rescue equipment
and fire regulations.
By then, the Doghouse Club was raising money each year
for the families of fallen drivers.
Because there were things that could be done,
maybe it was immoral, but on the other hand, i couldn't say,
because there were people who wanted to do it.
The only requirements
to replace the fallen on the grid
were guts and money.
Lord Alexander Fermor Hesketh,
the third baron of Hesketh!
Lord Hesketh was 22 years old when he formed Hesketh Racing.
I got into racing entirely accidentally.
I'd just met the prettiest hooker I'd ever,
ever met in my life,
and I saw this postcard counter,
and it had this charming teddy bear.
I drew onto the teddy bear
a crash helmet and a Union Jack.
I think it has an atmosphere
of the old type Grand Prix teams,
and, uh, I think that anything truly British
deserves supporting.
We were there to have some fun. That was about it.
They were slightly upper class, weren't they?
Lord Hesketh and so on.
The more serious journalists thought
that one didn't come in and do Formula One racing like this,
and drinking champagne and having fun. Not on.
We don't want any pictures, we don't want any pictures!
Ha ha ha ha!
We've got a driver in F2.
He hasn't got a very good reputation,
but he is very, very fast.
His nickname is "Huntman Shunt, "
because he tends to crash cars.
It was not dissimilar
from a man owning a very expensive horse,
and his jockey happened to be James Hunt.
You want to...you just want to get a level?
So if I say "shuts and fuck" and all that sort of stuff
Oh, dear. Well, cancel it, then. Can we rub that out?
He drank a lot and smoked a lot of funny things.
Ha had his fun. He had girls to die for.
He was the kind of thing you'd read
in your comic when you were a kid growing up
and dreaming of being a Grand Prix driver.
James was the epitome of everything a kid would want to be.
James was so attractive as a person.
Ha not only attracted girls, but he also attracted a lot of
a lot of, uh, men.
I mean, I don't mean like that,
But he just had that ability to charm people,
and freedom within himself,
that some people found a little unnerving.
When you go around with these racers,
you start to know almost everybody here.
It's like a big family for you,
and you get your big interest with.
It was a lot of fun.
It was a transition in the world of young people
the sideburns, the bell bottom trousers,
the hippie time.
Four hours west of Woodstock, New York,
Formula One hosted an outdoor party
every year for two decades.
Everybody used to stay at a place
called The Seneca Lodge, which was a Hunting Lodge.
With all the American whoopin'and hollerin',
it was a great scene!
The Glen had a reputation
as a place for champions.
Jochen Rindt won his first Grand Prix here,
as did Emerson Fittipaldi.
Francois Cevert won in 1971,
and was runner up in 72, to his mentor.
to 1973, the Tyrrell team came to the Glen
with Jackie Stewart having already wrapped up
his third world championship.
By 1973, I had decided that my last race
would be Watkins Glen,
my hundredth Grand Prix.
Jackie's retirement was still hush hush at that time.
Only three people knew.
Francois didn't know, or even Helen.
I didn't want to tell my wife,
because I didn't want her saying, "if it's this dangerous,
why don't you stop now, and then we'll be happy?"
0h,it's a fantastic feeling, even the other one,
because, uh, the roof thing I've got
is so smooth and delightful,
it's even a nice impression for the driver.
You know,it's... Vrrooooem! Very. . . !
Cevert was sort of thinking
he was ready to be a number one driver in his own right.
He set out to prove it in qualifying that year,
at the Glen.
Cevert. Bloody hell.
I was the first one on the scene,
and I jumped out the car to try and help him .
I remember then trying to get his belts.
and then just turned around
and I knew it was all over.
It was the most horrible sight.
I wouldn't want anybody to see that, ever.
Nothing broke tin the car.
It was just going too quick.
He hit one barrier, then he went across the circuit,
hit the other one, and that turned the car over.
Maybe the barrier would have been a little bit higher,
then he would have been okay, but we will never know.
Because of the incident on the circuit,
practice for today for Formula One cars is now concluded.
Went back to the pits.
I didn't say anything to Colin, to my wife.
I just walked into the parking place,
where there was nobody.
And I want to pray with God and say,
"What I'm doing here? Help me."
Gentlemen, remain standing,please,
for the playing of the national anthem of France,
in memory of Franceois Cevert.
I chose not race the next day
out of respect to Francois.
Nothing to do with my own personal concerns.
It was an unfortunate way to end a career,
but in the other way,
maybe it was part of why I never wanted to race again.
I think it was the right thing, not to race.
Very sad.
I was just so angry that the sport
could do it in this way,
and continue to do it in this way,
and not sufficiently change itself,
to put its own house in order.
There's about 15 minutes or so
before the race, so I was hanging around the pits,
and Bernie said, "Well, what are you doing? What are you doing?"
I said, "Well, Francois's dead."
He said, "Well,so what?
"He died doing something which,
"up until that fraction of a second,
"was giving him the greatest joy,pleasure,fulfillment."
"You're a racing driver. Get out and do your job."
Every man in the world is looking to make
from his passion his business.
That's what I have done. I cannot be more happy.
Everything I do about my auto racing,
I enjoy it.Anything.
Because it is my passion.
When the guys flying the Mustangs
came back in from five or six hours over Germany,
and they probably lost 15% of the formation,
they went to the bar.
And they went to the bar with a very good reason.
Sometimes you have to get up in the morning,
look in the mirror, and say, "Are yon prepared to put it on the line?
"Are you prepared to actually lose your life today?"
Because if you're not, you have no right being there.
I said to myself,
"I need to forget everything that happened before,
"because I love this sport."
It is like a drug. Once you get in it.
It's even more difficult to get out of it.
In 1974, Emerson Fittipaldi
began to fill the void left by Jackie Stewart,
both as the fastest man and the voice of reason.
music
While steel armco now ringed most circuits,
two more drivers had been killed
after collisions with the barriers
the American Peter Revson,
and a young Austrian driver in only his second start,
Helmuth Koinigg.
The marshall appeared with his helmet.
His head was still in it because he'd gone
under the barrier and it just took his head off.
It was like it was a nightmare.
I remember Barcelona.
Friday morning, after practice,
I saw the armoc barriers held with just bolts,
no nuts, and wire.
And I touch one. I kick,and fall.
Fittipaldi, now with McLaren,
refused to even practice.
The organizers of the Spanish Grand Prix
threatened to impound all the cars in the grid
if the defending champion did not drive.
I thought, thin is a world sport.
I cannot believe that a world sport is run like this.
So the drivers had a meeting
in the Texaco motor home.
We had to fight with the organizers.
I mean really fight.
The track was sort of in the hills above Barcelona,
and Friday afternoon, there was silence.
Then there was just one car, just one engine.
Somebody said, "It's got to be Ickx."
While Jackie Stewart had stepped aside,
the other Jecky was still on the title hunt.
Baby Face Ickx had taken Fittipaldi's place at Lotus.
With the racing,frankly,
you have to be individualistic,
in a way, and also selfish.
The Pavlovian Reaction
to the sound that they could hear,
that was it. Then they all got in there and drove.
It was a very, very tense atmosphere,
extraordinarily tense atmosphere.
The actual team mechanics were bolting these barriers|together.
On race day, Fittipaldi held true to his word.
I did one lap and come in,
as defending world champion.
I went back to Geneva,
and when I landed, Swiss TV waiting for me.
I didn't know what happened in the Grand Prix.
The rear wing
of Rolf Stommelen's Embassy Hill Lola
broke off sending the car into the barriers.
We're about 25 laps into the race,
and I can remember saying to the guys with me,
"Jesus,that's Rolf. He's in the crowd."
Stommelen survived,
but four people were killed.
Once drivers start worrying seriously about safety,
you know that their fastest keys are over.
If you took all the Formula One drivers,
even the current crop of racing drivers,
and said, "Here are two cars. That one is very safe.
"That one's extremely dangerous.
"If you crash in it, you'll probably get killed.
"But the dangerous one is two seconds
a lap quicker."
There would be no discussion about which one they'd drive.
They'd all get in the dangerous one.
That's why it's the people running the sport
have to take responsibility.
Just weeks after the failed strike is Spain,
the most unlikely rivalry would spark
along the Dutch coast at Zaudvoort.
A battle between two drivers
would help turn the tide in the revolution.
Practice Friday. fantastic.
Saturday,blue sky.
Wake up Sunday morning,
and suddenly It's pissing rain.
Absolute pouring rain.
Everyone else had their spanners out,
wings are going up?
I look at the car,I say, "Look,we know
"absolutely fuck all about how you set a car up,
"so we'd better leave it just the way it is."
James does four laps,
and he'd in frone of both Ferraris.
When James Hunt approached,
all the crowds went to the fence.
"Yeah,there he is again! There he is again!"
You'd suddenly see white car, red car,
...Niki Lauda in the Ferrari...
Getting closer, getting closer.
"Yes!Keep him behind, keep him behind!"
and then we won.
James Hunt held off Niki Lauda
is his powerful Ferrari,
and gave Team Hesketh their first win
after three years of trying.
That's just brilliant.
You know, the David and Goliath fantastic story.
The playboy garagistes had prevailed
over the most storied team in Formula One.
Party basically started is the back of the truck.
It's fair to say that eventually I went into blackout.
It was special, 'cause the only guy who ever,
ever took me seriously was the Commendatore.
But then he was the only guy who counted.
Mr.Ferrari was the most decorated men
in motor racing.
He'd famously said,
"Aerodynamics were for people who could not build engines."
But he also hadn't won a title since 1964,
until Lauda.
You know, in Italy, there are
a lot of emotions around the racing team.
It you win, it's quits easy.
If you lose, it's quite difficult.
Niki was a clever guy. He was a good operator.
Probably the ideal Ferrari driver.
Niki's very technical,cool.
James,even being English, he was very emotional.
He'd come is my motor home before every race.
"Emerson,can I use your toilet?"
I'd say, "James,come on!"
With one epic win under his belt,
Hunt left the teddy bear behind
for a chance at the title.
He signed with the '75 world champion constructor, McLaren.
Those days, you got five years,
with the death rate and everything else.
He had a new future.
The McLaren outfit was very structured.
Everybody wore uniforms,
but James just wore whatever he wanted.
While Lauda took the role of champion,
leading the charge for safety in the drivers' union,
Hunt became the new face of Formula One.
I don't know whether the drivers today
go out and have a party till 3:00 in the morning
and jump into the car. Who else could do that?
I don't think you can get to that level being,
you know, just who you want to be.
You have to be, to a certain extent, what
what a racing driver'e supposed to be. You know,quick.
Hunt took pole position in qualifying
for the first Iwo races in 1976,
while Lauda took the checkered flags.
I think they respected each other,
but there was a need.
Niki really wanted to be a cool guy,
and he wasn't quite a cool guy,
and he used to wind James up whenever he had the opportunity.
What about this fellow James Hunt this weekend?
Wall, James Hunt won his Grand Prix in Holland
so I think he's a very, very strong competitor now.
Niki would psych the other drivers out
just by talking to them.I mean.
Hunt's first win came in Spain,
but it was taken down when the wing
on his car was judged too wide.
I don't know how wide it is anyway, yon know?
I didn't even know there was a rule about it.
I just drive the damn thing.
At Monaco, Lauda took the lead
at the first turn, and never looked back.
It was his fourth win is six starts.
He didn't seem spectacularly fast,
but he won races, and you could rely
that he's not going to do anything stupid.
Hunt stormed back in France,
and after a disputed start,
took the checkered flag before a home crowd in Britain.
The victory flag's cinched,
and James Hunt crosses the line to win the British Grand Prix!
James,they've changed the regulations concerning the wings,
and yet you're still extremely fast.
How do you do it? Big balls.
Forget it. Can't you print that?
We can't print But it's true!
The difference between drivers is maybe
the quantity of desire you have to win races,
because the talents are equal.
That includes whatever the weather is
when you're at the race course.
Monza, Spa, Monaco,
they were quite famous tracks.
But one was reckoned as a symbol of pure driving.
It's the highest possible challenge.
In the shadow of Germany's Eifel mountains
lies a monstrous race track, 22 kilometers around.
168 corners.
At the time, 17 jumps.
So you were flying 17 times at the Nurburgring.
If a car went off the road, you never saw it.
It just disappeared into the trees or the bushes,
or down a ravine.
Hitler built it is the Depression.
It is the most challenging, the most rewarding,
the most dangerous,
the greatest recetrack to the world.
To win at the Nurburgring,
that means that's the race of your life.
In 1976, the defending champion
and points leader Niki lauda
called on his union to boycott the Nurburgring,
citing unsafe track conditions.
They couldn't marshal it.
It would take an army of firefighters to do any good.
Hunt cast his vote to race.
Lauda was defeated by the slimmest of margins.
One.
I came round the turn
and he was sideways in the middle of the track. His car was on fire.
There's Brett Lunger
getting out of the Surtees
and into the flames.
The Ferrari had different belts and different systems.
Art Merzario had driven a Ferrari.
He was able to get in, undo the belts.
I was on top of the car,
and I grabbed Niki's shoulders
and pulled him out of the car.
Lauda is finally dragged clear
from the burning inferno.
The race of course is stopped.
I remember him saying to me,
"What's my face like? What's my face like?"
In fact, he didn't know he'd ingested
a lot of toxic fumes
from the burning resin and fiberglass
of the bodywork of the car.
People were already talking about him to tire past tense.
We were both certain that when we turned the radio on,
we'd hear the morning news saying he was dead.
I couldn't see anything. I was just listening.
Must have been in the hospital.
My wife came into the room where I was lying,
and, uh, she started crying, so
which didn't certainly help me.
I told her afterwards,
"Listen,why did you cry when when you come in?
"Because I felt bad."
She said, "Unfortunately,
"I only recognized you on your feet."
Because I was burned so bad, in my head and everywhere,
that she had a shock.
And that was the real issue at the time,
so I thought, "Shit, I must fight now to stay alive."
Five weeks Later,
I was back in the car in Monza.
Niki walked down the pit lane
to where my team was,
and he said, "Brett,thank you."
And then walked away.
I knew the risk I was getting myself into.
The easy way back is to drive as quick as possible.
Don't wait.
As long as you wait, is more worried you get.
He finished fourth and, you know,
kept his world championship hopes alive.
That's the most courageous thing I've ever seen.
Lauda! Lauda!
After all he's been through,
I would like to see him right at the front,
fighting and, you know, unblemished.
Back against the wall,
James Hunt went out and he won these two races
through just sheer determination and grit,
but there was something magical about what Niki Lauda was doing.
Ha was a very tough competitor ,
but most people questioned his sanity.
That accident gave him charisma.
They became
I hate to think what sort of buddies they became.
Like playboys together, if you know what I mean.
Good afternoon, and welcome to the Japanese Grand Prix.
This is the most exciting finish to a Grand Prix season
in over ten years...
It's down to a fight for the championship between Hunt and Lauda,
with Lauda Just three points ahead.
What an incredible end to the season!
They ended up going to the Japanese Grand Prix
and everybody wanted it,
and the broadcasters of the world said,
"Ah,that's good! Let's...let's
"Oh! We don't have the rights!
"Oh! Now, how do we fix this?"
By 1976, Bernie Ecclestone and Max Mosley
had become friends and partners
in the Formula One Constructors' association,
the loose confederation of garagistes,
independent car builders.
Bernie was completely streetwise,
an absolutely brilliant tactician.
Didn't take Bernie that long
to work out that the organizers
were making a lot of money,
and fundamentally the teams were getting screwed.
Bernie came in.
Ho said, "I have bought all of the world's
"TV rights for a million dollars."
There were ten teams.
"You can all have 10% for $100,000.
Nine idiots sat there...
"Think how much testing I could do with $100,00."
I said, "No,thank you" and everyone else said "No,thank you,
and that's how Bernie got control.
Pathetic, really, but then that's how great fortunes are made!
While the Brabham owner
would eventually sell his team,
he has maintained control
of the sport's commercial rights
ever since '76 and the showdown in Japan.
Bernie said to the broadcasters,
"You can have the rights going forward,
"but you've got to show every Greub Prix."
As they say, the rest is history.
In Fuji, it was raining all day long,
that we could not drive.
At four in the afternoon, the race director came
and said, "We have to start the race now
because the television time."
But I said, "Look, the rain is the same."
Those early days, things were run
a little bit more like a dictatorship
rather than a democracy.
It was me that said, "We're going to start, no matter what."
And the Japanese Grand Prix is underway!
James Hunt's got a superb start.
That's exactly what he wants to do,
get in front of all those cars,
because when you're in the front, you don't have that spray.
When you're stuck behind in second,third, fourth, or wherever,
you have this massive plume of spray in your face.
It's impossible to see anything.
James Hunt in the lead, in the Marlboro McLaren.
This is the start he needs.
The visibility,
especially at the beginning of the race,
was no more than 20%, at best.
Look at that mist!
How can they see anything driving in these conditions?
180 miles an hour,
You're listening, and then you're watching your side of the road,
and if the car in front of you stops,
you're going to be in trouble.
There's Jody Scheckter, going down on the inside.
Perhaps he thinks there's better grip down there on the inside.
And there, Lauda, in the pits already,
having a cockpit conference with Forghieri,
the leader of the Ferrari team.
What's happened to Lauda?
Niki decided to stop.
And there is James Hunt for the lead,
and Lauda seemingly out of the race already.
He stopped. That was it.
In the entire 40 odd years I've been involved,
that's the only time I can remember
a driver actually stopping because the conditions were so dangerous.
Just incredible.
He's spinning!
out of the race completely,
and out of the world championship!
It takes big balls
to make a decision like that
Some people may think it's cowardly.
Um, I think it's probably the opposite.
He went against all the things that
being a Grand Prix driver at Ferrari are about.
In other words, you drive for Ferrari, not yourself.
And if you've got to die doing it, so be it.
Die, but at least die trying.
Ferrari were actually embarrassed for him.
You know, "No,the car is, the engine is finished, "
and all the rest of it.
Lauda actually got angry when he heard them doing that
and told it straight.
He was the one who resisted the myth of Ferrari.
And he said no, no.
Who said that before to Enzo Ferrari?
To these days,I think I would never forgive Niki Lauda.
That particular moment,
he thought it was too dangerous for him,
and he forget the 50, 60 people from Ferrari
helping him to achieve.
The thousands of people is the whole of Italy
he forgot all of those people in that time,
and their beloved Lauda, he become selfish
and he said, "No,I don't want to drive."
I don't regret it.
But I already saw what can happen.
And so we've got about four laps to go,
and James Hunt is still second.
The championship wasn't settled there and then
when he stepped out of the car
because James had to finish third or higher.
James Hunt's in the pits with one bald tire
and the other is flat.
But there is Mario Andretti, in the lead.
Now, where does that leave Hunt as he exits the pits?
Is Hunt still in the top two Hunt?
James Hunt, racing for his life.
I think Hunt is currently fourth.
And there's Hunt, going past Alan Jones.
That will put him into third place,
and into the world champion title!
Will his car hold together?
James Hunt...
and Mario Audretti takes the flag,
and here comes Hunt!
James Hunt has done it! Hunt is the champion!
When he got out of the car,
James didn't know if he'd won the championship.
He thought he'd finished fourth.
Hunt was world champion in the end, by one point.
Drematic Formula One folklore. It'll be there forever.
When I met Niki, the first thing he said to me was,
"I loved your father."
And, I mean,I think Dad quit at the end of the season.
He wished he could have shared the championship with Niki.
They both lived to win,
and he wanted to share it with him.
But he couldn't, obviously.
There can be only one.
That was his shooting star moment,I think,
and it was the seminal changing point in Formula One.
The fairytale ending belonged to Hunt,
but it was Landa's decision to quit
with the championship on the line
that helped change the sport forever.
If the fastest drivers refuse to race
out of fear for their lives
with the entire world watching,
there is no Formula One.
We understood that culling racing drivers
is not a good deal.
The public doesn't want to see these heroes
dying on television, dying in your living room.
This week's big event is the British Grand Prix.
Really, safety came about with money.
And that was all to do with the television.
that was the real breakthrough.
That's not really true.
The money helped,
but the whole point about safety is it depends
on the attitude of the people running the sport.
The new men taking the lead in the fight
were survivors in their own right.
It was obvious that something needed to do dons.
A decade after Jim Clark's death shocked the world,
Bernie Ecclestone quietly hired
the leading neurosurgeon in London
as the official race doctor for Formula One.
This was Bernie's idea,
to take on this permanent doctor,
Professor Sid Watkins, a renowned brain surgeon.
The first year with Bernie
was a very difficult year
because nobody wanted Sid Watkins at the circuit.
They've got their own doctors,
and they don't like some Englishman coming along
and saying, you know, "We want to do this."
At the German Grand Prix in 1978,
Dr.Watkins'fourth race,
the organizers banned the track doctor
from race control just moments before the start.
Bernie says, "Well,pack the cars. We're leaving."
Race control replied, "What am I going to do
"with 80,000 Germans who are here?"
And Bernie said, "You can go and tell them to fuck themselves."
And they said, "The doctor can come back in."
It was always said that Sid Watkins
was the only man to whom Bernie Ecclestone always deferred.
Four races later Dr.Watkins learned firsthand
the hardest lesson is Formula One.
We watched it on TV.
James pulled Ronnie out of the car.
I was prevented from getting there by the police,
for about 20 minutes or so.
I mean, it was absolute mayhem.
The super Swede, Ronnie Peterson,
had both of his legs crushed in the pileup.
Eventually, Ronnie went off in the helicopter,
and we resumed the start.
Colin Chapman won his seventh and final
world championship with Mario Andretti.
He also lost his fifth driver.
Peterson died the next day, after suffering an embolism.
That was just a sword through my heart.
He should not have died from that.
If Dr.Watkins was in charge at Monza,
Ronnie Peterson would probably be sitting next to me.
Peterson was one of the guys on my first race.
All the others disappeared.
They had stopped,or they had died.
On that day, when Ronnie Peterson died,
my childhood approach to Formula One ended.
It was a turning point for the sport, too.
From that race on, Dr.Watkins began riding
in a safety car behind every start,
for the most dangerous lap of every race,
so he could be on hand in the event of an accident.
My job was really to look after the drivers,
and that's what I did.
He standardized medical response
within Formula One,
mandating permanent medical facilities at each circuit
and helicopters on hand for every race and practice.
Sid Watkins was the man.
Formula One still lost four men in four years.
An outstanding driver lost his life
through what was, is my opinion,
a pure motor racing accident.
But only two drivers were killed
over the next 12 years.
Each death was met with scrutiny by the men is charge,
And a haunting refrain by those
who knew too well the price of glory.
It's terribly, terribly sad,
but it's always happened and it always will.
It's just intrinsic to Formula One.
Until one.
I was driving in the race,
and it was a really strange time.
We had just lost Roland Ratzenberger a day earlier.
And everybody starts looking over their shoulder
and looking round at what's going to happen next.
And I remember that evening that we were talking about,
yep,it was Ratzenberger.
It was,like,his first race.
Not for one minute I thought it could ever happen to senna.
The three time world champion
had become the new face of Formula One,
the one driver who could finally challenge the great Fangio.
you had this great vision
of a megastar in Ayrton Senna.
He was revered.
He was probably the most popular world champion
because he had everything,
and he brought great style to Formula One.
He brought it to another level.
He was one of the most gentle people
that you could imagine.
He was getting older,
and he was starting to campaign heavily for safety.
You've seen Rubens?
He's all right. He's all right.
He's shocked, of course, but he's all right.
On Sunday morning,
just before the race, I said to Ayrton,
"You know, you're the fastest guy around.
"Why don't you quit?"
He said, "I can't quit. I have to go on."
Maybe I should have been much more severe with him.
But then,you know,you've got responsibilities to all of those
all of those boys.
And they were boys to me,see,
since I was so much older than them.
I was 9 years old,
and my dad told me that Ayrton's crashed and he's died.
I think as a kid at that age,
it's always difficult to understand what that actually means.
But I went round the back of the car,I remember,
and I cried.
I couldn't let my dad see me because, you know,
you don't let a man see you cry,
But I remember that day, and I really was affected by it.
Still today,I say he's the greatest driver ever.
The biggest difference
between the death of Jim Clark on the 7th of April,1968,
end Ayrton Senna in the 1st of May,1994,
is that the world needed to know the answer
as to why this had happened.
Why is this man dead?
Why is motor racing so dangerous?
The death of Ayrton Senna was relayed by television
into the living rooms of millions of people around the world,
to people who didn't really know about motor sport,
but knew of him.
Somebody had to be blamed.
The new president of the FIA
had been on the grid the day Jim Clark died.
I think it's distressing that so much of the press
doesn't appreciate the realities of the situation.
Max Mosley had ascended
to the ultimate position of power within the sport
Just months before senna's death
They were absolutely concentrated on,
why did senna have the crash?
Totally irrelevant.
It's a sport done at the limit of human and mechanical ability.
When you do that, you're going to have a crash.
The interesting question isn't why he crashed,
it's why did he get killed?
Mosley called on Dr.Watkins
to lead a scientific examination
into every aspect of the sport.
Max had a clear message,
saying that whatever is happening to a car,
there should be no reason to die in a car.
I remember going up in the air.
My first thought was,
"Please don't let me go in the trees, "
because,you fly. you die, into the trees.
Then it starts to roll.
It feels like being is a tumble dryer, a washing machine.
When it stopped,
I could feel this liquid running down into my overalls.
I could smell fuel,
and I thought I was going to catch fire and burn.
This is what we feared at this corner,
and that was very nasty indeed!
That's the first big accident since Ayrton Senna,
and the whole world was watching.
It was the first race
where they'd raised the headrests, up beside the driver,
and that played a big role in me not being injured at all.
Not only was he alive, but he got back in the race.
And it struck me then that we'd moved on,
that the whole aspect of it had changed.
What happened was the attitude changed,
and Senna gave the impetus
to really go into safety on a scientific basis.
In an arms race for speed,
no expense has been spared for survival.
Never had that fear.
Never been worried about death or the danger of getting hurt.
270 kilometers an hour through the corners.
Ah,it's unbelievable.
Sometimes if you just look outside,
left and right, you think, am I crazy?
It's almost like you have control of the danger.
There's probably as many accidents today
as there was then
but the results of the accidents are completely different.
Have you seen the accident on TV?
Well, yeah, I I have seen it also live,
when I was there! Bat, uh
The modern day driver will never know,
and I hope and prey that they never find out
what it feels like to have the consistency of death surrounding you.
The idea was not to race and die,
the idea was to race and to last as long as possible.
after all I have said about Jackie Stewart,
I really did appreciate what he started.
Emerson and I have been
talking about it today, actually.
We're very grateful to be alive,
to have actually won the races we've won and driven.
I think we all did something unbelievable,
at the absolute limit of the job.
In our days,
we knew if you made a mistake or something broke,
you had a good chance you wouldn't get out of it.
All these drivers,
they had a glamorous life, and they were incredible.
I love my sport, and it was awarding to be with my friends.
I'm knocking on wood every day
that I was one of the lucky ones that really dodged the bullets.
In the end, we were able to use all these develoyments
to literally revolutionize the crash safety
of the ordinary car industry.
That's why it's such a fantastic sport.
It pioneers the evolution of the car, and going faster.
But safety's got to come first.
Three thousand people get killed every day on the roads worldwide.
To make a one per cent difference,
even one per cent, is 30 people a day.
Really, that alone justifies everything
that's come from Formula One.
But, you see, one's always haunted by the past.
Max believes everyone should live to a hundred.
I don't look back,actually.
I look forward. Yesterday's yesterday.
Whoo hoo hoo hoo!
We are world champions! World shampions!
Oh,no! Mark Webber's gone right up there!
Oh! Mark Webber's gone completely over the top there.
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute
Without you