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Post by robmarsh on Oct 17, 2023 7:52:04 GMT
Very nice collection Rene, very atmospheric is your track as well.
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Post by René on Oct 17, 2023 18:13:19 GMT
All are beautiful and appear full scale in this photo! I still remember Clay Regazzoni's #4 312B at Monza, but weren't 11 & 12 Ferrari's most successful numbers in the 70s? The mood that day was like a bad dream that had yet to sink in after the death in practice of Jochen Rindt. With greater magnification, my friend and I would be visible just above the BRM pits. Tempus fugit, not always in a calm atmosphere.
Is Luca di Montezemolo holding a desktop vanity mirror by the Veedol sign? 
Thanks Carl.  Yep, the #12 was a good number for Ferrari although in 1970 the cars had different numbers each race. But the #12 car I made won the Austrian Grand Prix so it must have a good vibe! It’s a shame your Monza visit will always be connected to tragedy. Like my visit to Zolder in 1982. But on the other hand, that was racing back then and we were there. And a Ferrari won in Italy. The figure leaning against the Veedol sign is actually a young Enzo reading a newspaper!  |
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Post by René on Oct 17, 2023 18:15:46 GMT
Very nice collection Rene, very atmospheric is your track as well. Thanks Rob, it’s my little time machine. |
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Post by Carl on Oct 17, 2023 21:30:45 GMT
René, I have always enjoyed hearing about superstitions in motorsport. The roadster contingent at Indianapolis was horrified when Lotus showed up with green cars. Didn't Colin Chapman know how dangerous that color was? Many drivers always get into the car from the same side. Others follow the same routines in exact order as they ready themselves. Most people are superstitious to a degree and numbers are my weakness. I had never seen that photograph of the start, but remember the moment very well. The sudden speed seemed like an illusion! And despite the sombre mood, most people could also enjoy the race. When Regazzoni won, Ferrari fans flooded onto the start/finish straight, just like today. When my friends and I were first aware of sports cars, Ferrari was the most magical. We had wonderful seats at the Grand Prix because we took a side trip to Monza and to the autodrome ticket office two months early. Just having lunch at the infield restaurant, listening to Formula Fords testing, was intoxicating. Enzo Ferrari must have been able to read newspapers and lap charts at the same time and keep one eye on attractive women. Cheers, Carl |
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Post by René on Oct 19, 2023 16:56:27 GMT
I had never seen that photograph of the start, but remember the moment very well. The sudden speed seemed like an illusion! And despite the sombre mood, most people could also enjoy the race. When Regazzoni won, Ferrari fans flooded onto the start/finish straight, just like today. There's a lot more quality photos on Motorsport images from this event: www.motorsportimages.com/photos/series/f1/?year=1970&event_id=161810 |
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Post by Carl on Oct 19, 2023 23:01:00 GMT
Thanks René! An abundance of great images, including one of the same grandstand near to where we stood (no-one sat down), but none with yours truly. I should never have allowed my lawyers to copywrite my image. A real space/time continuum experience, being sent back to when I had heroes. These days I admire talent, sometimes immensely, but heroism has faded.
I was too caught up at the time in the sound and fury of the race to notice that most of the March 701s raced without rear wings. Only Chris Amon and Ronnie Peterson decided they liked the balance it provided. Peter Gethin must have been stunned by the hyperactive marshal at the Parabolica who displayed the blue flag when there was no-one remotely behind! It was a sad day, but also an exciting race. Drivers and fans alike accepted with reluctance that the show goes on. One third of the entered drivers died in a racing accident or directly because of one; tragedy always just around the corner.
I found other race weekend photos in a Getty collection, including a reunion of motorsport gods
 and one of Pedro in the BRM pits 
About half are familiar: Colin Chapman and family talking to Jochen Rindt on the Saturday. Others showed Rindt and his mechanics as he prepared to get in for a final time. I was grateful not to see one image I'd seen before, a graphic closeup of Rindt just as the first to arrive realized he was dead, one poor worker literally horrified. I remember reading Jackie Stewart's account of searching for his friend's body and, finding Rindt in the bed of a truck, knowing his heart had stopped because a severe ankle wound was no longer bleeding. He wanted to confirm the outcome (good or bad) before rejoining Helen and Nina, who had retreated from the chaos to a quiet place.
I was too caught up in the sound and fury of the race to notice that most of the March 701s raced without rear wings. Only Chris Amon and Ronnie Peterson decided they liked the balance it provided. After the start, we saw little further excitement from our perspective at start/finish, although second qualifier Pedro Rodriguez came into the pits when his engine began to act up. He stopped directly beneath us, conferred briefly, then blasted away like a rocket. That alone was excitement enough... 
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