Word: laps
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Whish! Whish! The starter's flag fluttered, 33 snub-snouted racers gunned past the grandstand-and Jones was in the lead, whirling round and round, averaging a blazing 150 m.p.h. By the 24th lap, he was already lapping stragglers. On the 64th lap, he pulled into the pits, picked up three new tires (the left front tire was still unworn) and a tank of methanol-all in 25.1 sec. But whish! whish!, there went the Lotuses. Short as it was, Jones's pit stop had cost him the lead. After 75 laps, Clark and Gurney were...
With the leaders so tightly bunched, a break could win the race, any mistake would surely lose it. On the 93rd lap, Gurney pulled into the Lotus pit for a routine tire change-and lost all chance of victory. A nervous mechanic misplaced his hammer; Colin Chapman finally found it and kicked it over to him. The delay cost Gurney an insurmountable 42.2 sec. Clark fared only slightly better: his one pit stop, on the 95th lap, took 32.3 sec.-and Jones shot back into the lead. Blocked by heavy traffic, Clark was unable to capitalize on Jones...
...Just Test Me." Before the race, Chief Steward Harlan Fengler had warned drivers that any car spraying oil would be "black-flagged" instantly. "If you don't believe me," he said, "just test me"-and, sure enough, he banished Jim Hurtubise's leaky Novi on the 101st lap. But now, with Jones's Offy laying a coat of slippery oil all around the track, Fengler seemed not to notice. The flagman did: after Eddie Sachs skidded wildly on Lap 188 and smashed into the retaining wall, he grabbed a black flag and started to wave...
...lane No. 2. The others were strung out across the track. Bang! At the gun, California's George Jessup pounced in front. Beatty was second, Weisiger third, Grelle fourth, Snell a distant sixth. Nobody expected Jessup to be around for long. Sure enough, midway through the second lap, Beatty leaped into the lead...
...battle began. On the third lap, Gary Weisiger sprinted up, grimly fought off Beatty and Grelle. "Go, Gary, go!" fans screamed. They looked for Snell: there he was, lengthening his stride now, slipping past exhausted Jim Beatty -but still 10 yds. behind the leaders. Into the last turn the runners pattered, straining for speed. Grelle began to fade. Could Weisiger hold on? Could Snell catch him? In an instant that nobody who saw it will ever forget, Snell turned on his incredible kick. The impact on the field was the same as if he had kicked them all squarely...