Meanwhile Reutemann climbed out of his car, draped a duffel bag over his shoulder and headed straight for his hotel room. A mechanic reached into Reutemann's car and ran the gearshift through its pattern. "I think he was just knacked," the mechanic said. "The gearbox looked perfect." Reutemann walked past the fountain where he had sensed defeat the previous evening, and where he had wondered aloud where his 10-year obsession had brought him. "The only thing that is important now for me is the world championship," he had said. "But how important is it to have a world championship, I don't know. I really don't know. How important really is Formula I? I don't know. I don't ever win the championship, so I can't answer that question."
Jones knows, Piquet is finding out, and next year Reutemann will be back still trying to find out, to fill the last page of his book.