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Piero Ferrari was at Monza fifty years ago when Niki Lauda won his first world title, with Ferrari. He remembers the great champion he knew so well.
Originally published in the Ferrari Magazine.
My father more than once said to me: “Don’t ever become friends with the drivers, because sooner or later they leave you: either they change team or, unfortunately, they die.”
I don’t know how much even he believed that, because I’m certain that he liked some drivers more as people than as sportsmen. But I myself have certainly never believed it, since a lot of them I’ve come to consider as lifelong friends. Amongst them, Niki Lauda.
Niki arrived at Maranello for the 1974 World Championship. My father had already hired Clay Regazzoni and it was Clay who suggested that the young Austrian, who’d been his teammate at BRM, was a great talent and possessed a racing sensitivity that was beyond the norm. Just that Lauda was almost unknown to most people and we were about to close negotiations with Peter Revson, who was racing at the time for McLaren. But then came the Monaco GP, which, as usual, my father followed from the little house at the track at Fiorano, and Lauda was the star of what was a great race in a single-seater that couldn’t really compete with the likes of Tyrrell, Lotus, or McLaren, the English teams who were dominant at the time. That’s how the decision came about to bet on him. Looking back on it today, in this ultra-technological era, it almost makes me laugh: Clay’s advice and watching a race on tv were enough for my father’s instinct to hire one of the ‘piloti’ who would go on to make Formula One history.
Niki joined the Scuderia for 1974 alongside Clay Regazzoni – and won his first Drivers' World Title in '75
As soon as Niki arrived he showed how good he was as an exceptional test driver. The 312 B3 had some problems with the understeering, that wasn’t suitable to his driving style, and he was able to gradually sort it out. He had a unique ability to remember everything that happened out on the track: he was able to tell you that on such-and-such a lap on a particular bend he’d made a mistake with the choice of gear, and he’d even recall where individual advertising hoardings were displayed on the circuit walls, and when.
He was a real human computer. But that human computer, once he had taken off his helmet and racing suit, became something else. We were almost the same age, and in the evenings we often went out for dinner, mostly at Fini in the centre of Modena. Niki was funny, he loved to laugh and joke around, he was able to put aside the stress of the race to become simply a lad in his early twenties out with his friends. We used to like to bet each other on the results of the Grands Prix and whoever lost paid dinner for everyone.
I was at Monza on 7 September 1975, when Regazzoni won the race and Lauda, placing third, had the mathematical certainty of winning the world title. I don’t remember the exact words that we said to each other after the prize-giving, but I remember we had an embrace that I never wanted to end.
Amongst various other memories there is, naturally, that of the terrible accident on the first of August at Nürburgring in 1976. I went to visit him at home, in Salzburg, the following week. As I approached the table where he was sitting I heard his voice, the same as usual, light-hearted and ironic, but when I saw him it was a shock. He was unrecognisable with that disfigured face and the open wounds.
He was back on the track, at Fiorano, the week before Monza. They had made a helmet for him with special padding, to reduce the friction on his wounds. He got aboard the single-seater and set off. Just as he picked up speed, on the first lap, he went into a tailspin that left us all with our hearts in our throats. But then he went back out on the track and set about lapping with the same timings as always.
When the test was over he stopped in at the box, and when he came up to me I said to him: “Great Niki! You’ll be pleased, you’re driving like before.” But he shook his head. “No, Piero,” he said, “It’s not like before: when I went into that tailspin at the beginning I felt my heart beating stronger. And that’s never happened to me before.”
The following year, though, Niki became competitive once again. It was clear from the outset that he wanted to reclaim the title that had been so dramatically snatched from his grasp. Knowing him, that was no surprise. Instead what was a real surprise was his decision, in that same 1977 season, to leave the Scuderia. It came as a bolt from the blue that exploded one hot August morning.
Niki had asked for an appointment in the office in Modena and before he arrived my father asked me: “In your opinion what will he want? A tweak to the contract?” I replied that I really had no idea. Present at that meeting, as well as me and my father, there was the Press Officer Franco Gozzi, and the Managing Director Ermanno Della Casa. And we were all left open-mouthed to discover that Niki was leaving, without making any requests and not having another contract to go to, and that he was absolutely implacable about his decision. Something fully in keeping with his personality.
A few weeks later we met up together in Monza. During a pause in testing, we climbed into my grey Fiat 131, just the two of us, and I said to him: “Niki, okay, you’ve decided to leave. But there’s a World Title at stake: so don’t fool around.” He stared at me, with that ruined face that he would wear with such pride for another forty years, and those eyes that were so penetrating. Then he smiled and said: “Don’t worry.” He was right. He won that title.
Lauda, the human computer.
Niki, my friend.
Piero Ferrari (standing, centre) watches as his friend Niki takes the 1975 title at Monza