Minutes before the rain-delayed start of the Indianapolis 500, Rick Mears slouched against the rear wing of his Penske-Chevy as it sat in the pole position on the grid. He was so relaxed that, had the car rolled forward a few inches, Mears, a three-time Indy winner, probably would have fallen to the track on his elbow. With the eyes of more than 400,000 spectators about to be focused on him as he led the field to the start of the 75th Indy race, Mears chatted amiably about what he figured would happen on the opening lap. You might have thought it was any old Sunday afternoon, and he was about to go fishing.
The clouds scudding overhead meant that the drivers of the other 32 cars would be even more eager to get in front, lest the race was cut short by more showers. And lined up outside Mears on the front row of the grid were two of the hardest chargers in Indy history, A.J. Foyt and Mario Andretti. "Mario is probably going to be the most aggressive at the start," said Mears. "But you never know about A.J. If this is going to be his going-away party, you got to believe he might want to go out in grand style by leading the first lap. But it mostly depends on who gets the jump. I'm going to try to hold back, hold back, and then at the last instant, wham, drop the hammer."
When the race started, Mears, almost despite himself, did beat Andretti and Foyt into the first turn. Soon thereafter, as planned, he dropped off the lead, but at the finish, 200 laps and two hours and 50 minutes later, there he was again, having left those 32 other cars all chased out. Thus, Mears joined Al Unser Sr., who did not compete this year, and Foyt, who had announced that this would be his last year at Indy, as the race's only four-time winners. And Mears did it by precisely following his plan: He held back, held back and, wham, dropped the hammer.
Roger Penske put it another way shortly after winning his eighth 500 as a car owner. "The other drivers never knew what we had in our pocket," he said, champagne in hand. "We never let them know all day we had a .44 in there."
As Mears held his lead on the first lap, with Andretti and Foyt tucking in behind as they headed out of Turn 2 and onto the back straight, Gary Bettenhausen got his Lola-Buick crossed up in the middle of Turn 1, sending the youngest driver in the field, 23-year-old rookie Buddy Lazier, into the wall without injury. Bettenhausen's car was virtually unscathed, but Lazier's Lola-Buick was not so lucky. Its nose cone and front wings were destroyed, which meant Lazier's work for the day was finished.
When the debris was removed and the race resumed, Mears went into his holdback mode. Mario Andretti, who was being chased by his son Michael, passed Mears on Lap 13. Soon the Andrettis were behaving in a manner that must have scared the stockings off Dee Ann Andretti, wife of Mario and mother of Michael. (Her youngest son, Jeff, and her nephew John were farther back in the field, behaving themselves.) It's well known that the Andrettis often mistake each other for the enemy when a checkered flag stands before them, but really: The way that Mario and Michael were thrusting and parrying at 220 mph was enough to make a wife and mother faint, or at least give them a piece of her mind.
Actually, race officials took care of Mario for her. Later in the race he was black-flagged, meaning he had to come into the pits for "consultation." The subject of the chat—and the reason for a one-lap penalty assessed to Mario—was his having driven below the yellow line at the pit entrance while passing other cars. He would eventually finish seventh, three laps down, and hotter than the Chevy engine in his Lola. His pique was understandable. Dipping under that yellow line is something every driver does when he has to.
Foyt, 56, bade his farewell to the Brickyard early, when Kevin Cogan and Roberto Guerrero tangled and slammed into the Turn 4 wall. Foyt's black Lola-Chevy clipped a big chunk of the flying flotsam from the accident, breaking its left front suspension. Only 26 laps into the race, Foyt, whose legs were still mending after a shattering crash in a race last September, drove his limping car around the Speedway one final time, waving goodbye to the fans, whose cheers showed that they love him like no other. "I just felt like I owed them a salute," said Foyt, who was driving in his 34th consecutive Indy.
As Michael Andretti ran hard out front and Mears wrestled with his car's poor handling and dropped steadily back, Bobby Rahal and Al Unser Jr. moved into contention. Meanwhile, some of the potent Buick engines powering the 10 cars that were considered the only serious rivals to the 12 Chevy-powered racers in this 500 were dying loud deaths. The one owned by Derrick Walker and driven by Willy T. Ribbs was the first to bite the dust, on Lap 6. All told, three of the Buick V-6's—which pack more than 800 horsepower, as opposed to about 720 for the Chevys—burst. Just before the race, Walker had said, "When those beauties go, they go big time. Stand back—the valves come spitting out the exhaust pipes like machine-gun bullets."
Then again, it's not fair to pick on the Buicks; this wasn't the best of Indys for the Chevy V-8's, either. Unser, who would finish fourth with a faulty turbo, lost four engines in practice, and on Lap 130, Rahal, Unser's teammate, would watch his engine go up in smoke in his rearview mirrors. Fifteen laps later Scott Brayton's Chevy would overheat and steam his buns.