The second consecutive year of having the first day of time trials washed out, the unexpected victory of Arie Luyendyk, and the unbelievable 15 mph increase in the winner’s average speed were the highlights of this year at the Speedway.
On Friday, May 11, I picked Paul up at Dubois School, and at 3:54 we left on our trip to the time trials in our 1984 Chevrolet Caprice. We drove on Sangamon Avenue and Camp Butler Road to Riverton and got on I-72. It was then 4:20. We encountered no traffic problems and sailed along smoothly. To help pass the time, Paul suggested we play the initial game. It was fun to play, and we played for a long time. We went around Decatur and then northeastward to Champaign. There we changed to I-74 and drove east to Danville, and at 6:00 we crossed the Indiana state line. Paul needed to use a bathroom, so we stopped at the first rest stop and stretched our legs for a couple of minutes.
As we continued on our way, we listened to Indianapolis radio station WIBC for their good information on activity at the Speedway. The volume of traffic increased as we approached the big city, and at 7:20 our trip ended in the Speedway Shopping Center parking lot.
The west end of the shopping center, including the parking area, had been extensively remodeled during the past year and presented a new appearance.
Our first order of business was eating supper. The line in the MCL Cafeteria was fairly long but it moved steadily, and in a few minutes we were making our selection of food.
Paul had mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, applesauce, fried chicken, baked cod, and Pepsi. I had liver, garlic bread, green beans, beets, macaroni and cheese, combination salad, and Pepsi. It had been several hours since we had eaten, so everything tasted really good to us.
With job number one completed, we moved to job number two — getting our dinner for the next day. In a few minutes we were at the Kroger store and ordering our box lunches from the deli section. Unlike last year, we received good service and didn’t have to wait a long time.
From the grocery store we went to the Amoco gas station about a block west of the shopping center. I filled the gas tank and washed the front window. My gas mileage for the trip was 22.13, which I was really pleased with.
With these three jobs done, we were ready for the drive to the motel. The traffic was heavy and wild as usual on this Friday night, so it took a few minutes to get over to I-465. The traffic on that road moved swiftly, and a few minutes later we moved onto I-65.
It was 8:55 when we arrived at the Holiday Inn Motel at Lebanon. I had paid in advance for the room, so all I had to do was register and get my room key.
Paul was eager to go swimming, so he changed clothes and hurried to the pool while I checked out the room. Everything looked tidy and the TV set worked okay, so I was pleased with that.
I watched TV for a few minutes and then walked to the Holidome area. It was a busy, noisy place but not overcrowded. I sat in one of the pool chairs for a few minutes while Paul swam, then I walked back to my room to see the 10:00 news. While the news was on, Paul came back from the pool and got ready for bed.
When the news was over I changed into my pyjamas, set the alarm clock for 5:30, turned off the lights, and drifted off to sleep.
At 5:30 the alarm clock rang, and I shut it off before it woke Paul. A couple of minutes later I arose and went to the window. The sun wasn’t completely up yet, but it was up enough for me to see that it was raining. This was not the way I wanted to start the day.
I got washed and shaved and then woke up Paul. He got washed and dressed, and then we walked to the motel restaurant for breakfast. While we were seated at our table the buffet serving line opened, so we decided we would eat that way. On the menu were pancakes, French toast, biscuits and gravy, hash brown potatoes, orange juice, and tomato juice.
Business was slow when we arrived but picked up steadily while we were there. Most of the people there had the same plans for the day that we had.
We ate until we couldn’t eat anymore then returned to our room, brushed our teeth, checked to see that we had everything, and at 7:20 left for our trip to the Speedway.
It was raining rather heavily and showed no signs of letting up. The traffic on Crawfordsville Road was really light, and there was no congestion until we turned onto Georgetown Road. It was slower here but still quicker than usual. Speedway patrolmen directed us to our parking space, and at 7:55 I turned the ignition key off to end our trip.
The infield was an unbelievable quagmire. Mud and water came to the tops of our shoes, and it was almost impossible to find any ground that wasn’t the same way. As quickly as possible we hurried to the nearest shelter, which was the new Tower Terrace Suites area. This is a beautiful new addition to the Speedway’s seating area built since last year’s race. Although the suites are private and not open to the general public, the seating area is public. We sat in a couple of the dry seats. The view of the straightaway area is spectacular.
We stayed there for quite a while and then walked to the gift shops behind the Tower Terrace section. They were doing a good business, particularly with caps, umbrellas, and ponchos. Many customers were like us, just browsing and thankful for a chance to get out of the rain for a while. We also went through the photography shop and the bottom floor of the Control Tower. From there we walked through the pedestrian tunnel and sat in the grandstand seats for a few minutes. Fortunately, we had remembered to bring the long sleeve sweaters we bought here last year when it rained and we got chilled.
By then it was obvious that there would be no racing, even if the rain stopped right away. We went back to the car and at 12:00 left to take a trip downtown. Our tickets would be good for re-admission to the grounds, as long as it was today.
I drove east on 16th Street to Delaware Street and then south to Market Square. I parked in a public parking lot across the street.
The place was a disappointment to me. It was old and dirty and unappealing. There wasn’t anything outstanding to see or do, and there weren’t many people there. We had a Coca-Cola to drink and a sandwich to eat and then left.
I had planned to spend some time downtown going in some buildings to get out of the rain for a while but we couldn’t find a parking space anywhere, so we decided to go back to the Speedway.
The traffic near the Speedway was heavy, but when we got in the patrolman let us park in the museum parking lot, which was a big help.
By then it had quit raining, so there were more people walking around. There was a large crowd around the garage area fence, although there were no race cars to be seen.
As the afternoon passed by, the weather didn’t get much better. There was no more rain but it remained dark and cool with no sunshine, which made it difficult to dry the track. The weather forecast was pessimistic, so USAC and Speedway officials decided to call it a day.
We stayed around a little longer and then left for the shopping center.
Earlier at the Speedway we had eaten our box lunches of fried chicken, brownies, apples, slaw, and baked beans. That kept us from getting really hungry at the Speedway but it was time for supper, so at 6:00 we went to the MCL Cafeteria.
The waiting line was much shorter than the night before, so we went right through. Paul had chicken breast, potatoes and gravy, corn bread, baked cod, applesauce, and Pepsi. I had corn, broccoli, salad, meat loaf, and Pepsi. Everything tasted fine, and it felt good to eat a warm meal in a warm building.
When we finished eating we drove to the motel, arriving there about 7:30. Paul left for the swimming pool while I stayed in the room for an hour or so. Then I walked to the Holidome area and sat by the pool for a few minutes. Shortly before 10:00 I returned to my room, and a few minutes later Paul did likewise.
We watched the 10:00 news and then retired for the night.
Unlike Saturday morning there was no need to get up really early, so I let Paul sleep later that morning. I got up at about the same time and got cleaned up and did some reading while I waited for Paul.
It was between 8:00 and 8:30 when Paul woke up and about 9:00 when we went to the motel restaurant. We ate the buffet breakfast and made sure we were full when we left. When we finished we went back to our room, brushed our teeth, checked to be sure we hadn’t left anything, and then checked out of the motel. It was 10:00 when we left.
When the time trials were cancelled on Saturday, Paul asked me several times if we could go back on Sunday. Because of the time factor I didn’t want to, but I yielded to him and said we could stay only a short time.
Again, like the day before, the traffic moved well but slowed down somewhat on Georgetown Road. I was ready to go through Gate 3 when a patrolman shut the gate and said the infield was full. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think this had ever happened, but after considering the atrocious condition of the infield the day before I could understand the reason for it.
I continued on for a short distance and followed some other cars that were parking in the North 40 lot. It, too, was in terrible condition, but I took it because I didn’t want to spend any more time looking for a parking space.
Our admission stubs from the day before were good that day, so we entered the grounds at Gate 8 and walked southward. I think it was the first time I had ever come through this gate. Along the way we stopped in seating areas J and H and got an idea of how things look from this viewpoint.
When we reached the pedestrian tunnel we crossed over to the infield and walked through the Control Tower and took seats in the section immediately north of it. The cars were in line ready for practice and qualifying, but the weatherman wasn’t cooperating enough. There was no rain, but it was still dark and quite cool.
The track was dry except for part of the third turn. At 2:30, Tom Carnegie announced that the track would be open for 10 minutes of yellow caution time. The roar of the engines elicited a huge cheer from the crowd. At 3:00 the track was opened for full speed practice for half of the cars. This brought the crowd to life even more so. At 3:36, the second group of cars went out for practice. Both groups practiced for 30 minutes.
At 3:45 I told Paul we had to leave and get started for home in order to get back at a reasonable time. Neither one of us wanted to leave, but we would just have to write the weekend off to experience.
At 4:00 we left the parking lot and drove down Georgetown Road to Crawfordsville Road and turned right. The traffic was no problem, and in a few minutes we were on I-74.
As we traveled, we listened to the time trials on WIBC. It was about 5:30 when we arrived at Danville. We drove into town and stopped at McDonald’s for supper. We used the restroom first, then bought our food and resumed our trip home.
This was the first time I took I-74 all the way home from the time trials. I did so because of the time factor. It was shortly before 8:00 when we arrived home.
During the week before the race Paul and I got our suitcases packed, and on Saturday morning, May 26, at 10:11 we left home for the beginning of our race trip. Our first stop was the Quick N EZ gas station at Chatham Road and Monroe Street where I filled the gas tank and washed the windows.
A few days earlier Paul had seen a stopwatch at Walgreens Drug Store on North Grand Avenue and decided he wanted it. I didn’t think he needed it, but I yielded to his persistence and stopped at the store. He came out to the car a few minutes later and said they didn’t have any. I was unhappy because I wanted to get on the road, but I told him we would stop at the Walgreens store on Sangamon Avenue since it was on the way out of town. He rushed into the store and returned a couple minutes later with a stopwatch.
At 10:45 we left the drug store and were at last on our way. I continued east on Sangamon Avenue to Riverton and caught old Route 36, which we took all the way to Decatur. We arrived there at 11:30.
As we continued eastward on Route 36, I thought back to the many pleasant trips I had taken with Dad and Bobby on this same road on the day before the big race. It’s always a pleasant trip.
There were no major traffic problems, and at 1:05 we arrived at the Colonial Kitchen restaurant at the Route 1 intersection.
There were several customers there for dinner, but it wasn’t crowded. We decided to eat differently this year. Instead of a sandwich and drink, we ate a regular meal from the buffet area. I had chicken, potatoes and gravy, corn, hot rolls, potato salad, lettuce, and coffee. Paul had chicken, potatoes and gravy, hot rolls, and water. We were both hungry and the food tasted really good.
We used the restrooms, paid our bill, and at 1:44 hit the road again. There didn’t seem to be as much activity as usual in the towns on the way, although there were a few people cutting their grass and visiting with their friends and neighbors.
It was 2:22 when we arrived at the Ramada Inn motel on the east side of Danville. I had already paid for our room, so all I had to do was complete the registration papers.
Our room was on the second level on the north side of the motel. Everything seemed to be in good condition, so we watched television for a few minutes and then Paul went swimming.
About 30 minutes later, I walked to the pool to check on Paul. He was having a good time, but I was surprised to see so few people there. There were less than a dozen people in attendance. I stayed there for a few minutes and then visited the rest of the motel to see what was happening.
There was almost nobody in either the restaurant or the lounge, and the front desk was quiet also. I went back to the pool for a few minutes and then went back to the room where I did some reading and TV viewing.
Paul came back at about 4:30, and we spent some time watching old 500-mile race films on one of the TV stations. Shortly after 5:00 I took my bath, shaved, and got ready for leave for supper.
The first place we stopped at was the Famous Recipe chicken place where I bought an eight-piece box of chicken for dinner tomorrow after the race. From there we drove back to the old Derby gas station and filled the gas tank. The average fuel mileage was 21.09 mpg.
From there I drove a couple of blocks to George’s Buffet for our supper. I had chicken livers, corn, peas, chicken, lettuce salad, chocolate cake, and Pepsi. Paul had chicken, fish, potatoes and gravy, noodles, chocolate cake, and Pepsi. It was a good meal, and both of us felt better when we left. Our three big jobs were done, so we drove back to the motel, arriving there at 7:25.
Paul went straight to the room, but I did some walking before I did that. I went to the front desk area. Business had increased considerably since I was there in the afternoon. Both the restaurant and the lounge were doing a good business, as was the front desk area.
From there I went to the travelers’ rest stop area at the northeast corner of the motel parking area. One of the charity clubs of Danville was offering refreshments to travelers on I-74. The liquid refreshments included coffee, tea, and hot chocolate, and the food included several kinds of cookies and doughnuts. There were open around the clock from Friday night to midnight Monday for the Memorial Day weekend. The cost of the refreshments was covered by free-will offerings. I took a cup of coffee and a small sack of doughnuts and cookies for Paul and me to eat while we were in our room. The people were really hospitable, and I visited with them for a few minutes before leaving. I gave them $3.00, and they were most appreciative of it.
When I got back to the room, Paul and I watched TV for a while. I got everything packed into the tote bag for the next day, and before we went to bed we ate some of the cookies and doughnuts.
At about 10:30 we got ready for bed. I made sure the room door was locked and chained and set the alarm clock for 4:00. We had a long day ahead of us and only a few hours to get rested for it.
The alarm clock rang at 4:00. I lay in bed for a couple of minutes, then got up and washed and shaved. I managed to get Paul up, but it took several minutes before he looked that way. At 4:30, we left for the motel restaurant.
The restaurant was open for business but the food was still being brought out for display, so we waited a few minutes. I had scrambled eggs, French toast, hash brown potatoes, orange juice, and coffee. Paul had potatoes, biscuits and gravy, and orange juice. Everything tasted good, and we ate well because it would be a long time until we ate dinner.
There were only four other customers when we arrived, but business increased steadily while we were there. We walked back to our room, brushed our teeth, and made sure we had everything we needed for our trip.
It was 5:33 when we left the motel parking lot to begin our trip. A couple of minutes later we were on I-74 and in Indiana. Radio station WIBC kept us entertained with its reports from the Speedway area. The traffic was about the same as usual for race day morning, and most of it was going where we were. There was no rain, but the rising sun and intermittent fog made driving unpleasant at times.
It was about 6:45 when traffic came to a stop at the I-465 interchange. From there on it moved slowly but better than in some other years, and at 7:00 we parked in the front yard of a house on 20th Street just before the Lynhurst intersection. I paid the attendant the $5.00 fee, and then we got our equipment, locked the door, and started our walk to the Speedway.
The sights along Crawfordsville Road looked much the same as other years. Hundreds of people were carrying tote bags, styrofoam coolers, and other kinds of equipment, while other people were eating breakfast on their outdoor grills or getting a few last minutes of sleep. Vendors were busy selling caps, sweaters, toy race cars, and other items.
When we reached the three-street intersection, we crossed to the south side of 16th Street and watched the huge mass of people converging on the Speedway. It was 7:30 when I handed our tickets to the gate attendant and walked into the Speedway grounds.
Our first stop was a few feet inside the gate where vendors were selling the Speedway souvenir programs. I bought three for myself, Bobby Dalbey, and Fred Fry.
From here we walked a short distance north to the space between Grandstands A and B. The gate in the retaining wall was open, so we walked onto the race track and took some pictures, as did many other people. When we finished, we walked across the track to the infield and the garage area.
It was a good time to be at the garage area. The cars had to be in their pit areas by 8:00, so we saw many of them being pushed from their garages to the pit area. This activity drew a large crowd to the garage area fence.
When all the cars were gone, we went back to the walk area behind the Tower Terrace seats and started walking north. This turned out to be a big mistake. When we reached the entrance to Gasoline Alley, the Speedway patrol wouldn’t let anybody go through because there was a steady line of equipment being taken to the pit area. The crowd increased to several hundred in size and became increasingly impatient to get where they wanted to go. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the patrol opened the area to pedestrian traffic. It was almost a stampede as people pushed and shoved to get going. I kept a tight but not crushing grip on Paul’s arm to be sure we didn’t get separated.
We continued walking, used the underground walkway, and in a few minutes were behind our seating area. I handed our tickets to the attendant, who detached the Tower Terrace stub and returned them to me. A couple of minutes later, we got to our seats and sat down. It was then about 9:00.
The front straightaway was a beehive of activity. On the race track, several high school and college marching bands were giving a fine performance. In the pit area, pit crews were practicing pit stops and making final checks and adjustments on their cars.
We sat down and rested for a few minutes and then took a walk along the pit area fence all the way to the Gasoline Alley entrance. It’s always interesting to see some famous person being interviewed on the PA system and the pit crews busy at work. There were more people around Tom Sneva’s car than the others, and we saw why. Andy Granatelli and movie star John Travolta were in attendance and were basking in all the attention.
It was between 9:45 and 10:00 when we returned to our seats, and the cars were being pushed onto the race track to their starting positions.
My racing friend from Michigan had arrived while we were gone, so we visited with each other for a few minutes.
The parade of 500 Festival princesses and celebrities took place shortly after 10:00. The most famous celebrity was probably Indiana’s own Dan Quayle, now the United States Vice-President. At about 10:15 my race companion from Central Baptist Church, Malcolm McKean, arrived on the scene and took his seat next to mine.
An interesting part of the parade was being able to see the winning cars of 1940, 1950, and 1960. Wilbur Shaw’s 1940 winner was driven by his son, Bill. The 1950 winning car of Johnnie Parsons was driven by his son, Johnny, an active driver and participant in several 500-mile races. The 1960 winning Ken-Paul Special driven by Jim Rathmann was driven by Jim himself.
Another part of the parade was a quintet of former Chevrolet pace cars from the years 1948, 1955, 1967, 1969, and 1978. I had seen all of them do their jobs except the 1948 car.
At 10:30 Chief Steward Tim Binford and other USAC officials made a final inspection tour of the track and said it was ready for racing.
At 10:40 the jubilant pre-race ceremonies turned solemn as gospel singer Sandi Patti sang The Star-Spangled Banner as the huge crowd rose to its feet.
A few seconds after this, with the crowd still standing, The Most Reverend Edward O’Meara, Archbishop of Indianapolis, delivered a most befitting invocation thanking God for the beautiful weather and for the opportunity to witness the Greatest Spectacle in Racing.
Immediately after the invocation, the solemn atmosphere of the crowd continued as the Purdue University Band played Taps in keeping with the serious meaning of Memorial Day.
A more jovial mood settled over the crowd as Tom Carnegie introduced Jim Nabors, who sang Back Home Again in Indiana. As Jim was singing, the huge multitude of balloons was released from a tent behind the Control Tower. This is always a big crowd pleaser, and this year’s show was one of the best. The prevailing breeze was almost unnoticeable, so the crowd got an excellent view of the balloons.
When Jim Nabors finished singing, a huge applause arose as the pre-race ceremonies were about to reach their climax. Mary Hulman was introduced to the crowd and issued the order made famous by her late husband, Tony: “Gentleman, start your engines!”
Once again, as happens every year, tears filled my eyes as the roar of the 33 engines coming to life pervaded the air. The three of us clapped and cheered our approval, as did many others.
A couple of minutes later, the Chevrolet Beretta pace car, driven by Chevrolet general manager Jim Perkins, slowly pulled away with USAC stewards Bob Cassady and Rich Coy as his passengers. They were followed by two other complementary pace cars.
All 33 engines started immediately, which isn’t always the case. The tension of the crowd could be cut with a knife as all eyes looked to the fourth turn. Moments later, a loud cheer arose as the pace car came through the turn and, a couple seconds later, the front row of Fittipaldi, Mears, and Luyendyk followed by the remainder of the field. The field was not nearly lined up in eleven rows of three each.
At the end of the second lap, the two complementary pace cars pulled off the track and left the actual pace car by itself. The formation of the field was only slightly better the second time, and I thought they were not ready for the start.
A couple of minutes later the pace car came speeding through the pit area a good distance ahead of the field. A few seconds later the front two rows appeared and came down for the start, but the other nine rows were still in ragged formation. About the time the front row reached the starting line, starter Duane Sweeney waved his two green flags and the race was on.
As they crossed the line Mears jumped ahead of Fittipaldi and Luyendyk, but as they reached the turn Fittipaldi swung to the left and took the lead. As they came by to complete the first lap, the first 10 positions were held by Fittipaldi, Mears, Luyendyk, Rahal, Al Unser, Jr., Mario Andretti, Danny Sullivan, Michael Andretti, AJ Foyt, and Kevin Cogan. Fittipaldi’s speed of 206.8 mph was slower than his leading first lap of last year. It was hard to believe, but for the first time in five years all 33 drivers had completed the first lap.
Emmo’s second lap speed increased to 215+, and after nine laps he had passed the six bottom cars being driven by Rocky Moran, Bill Vukovich, Al Unser, Jim Crawford, Dean Hall, and Roberto Guerrero.
At about this time the #97 of Stan Fox pulled into the pits and was the first car out of the race. The problem was a broken gear box. He was credited with 10 laps.
Emmo was steadily increasing his lead as the 50-mile mark approached, but on the 20th lap the yellow flag came out. Danny Sullivan, driving the #7 Marlboro car of Roger Penske, crashed into the first turn wall. The car was seriously damaged, but Sullivan wasn’t injured. The accident was caused by a broken rear wheel bearing. He had completed 19 laps.
The green flag returned on the 25th lap, and Fittipaldi again took his place at the head of the field.
At 20 laps, the first 10 positions were held by Fittipaldi, Rahal, Luyendyk, Mario Andretti, Unser, Jr., Michael Andretti, Mears, Foyt, Cogan, and Raul Boesel.
Rahal remained in second place, but Mario Andretti had moved to third and Al Unser, Jr. had passed Luyendyk for fourth.
A question on everybody’s mind was “What’s wrong with Mears?” He was expected to be a contender for the lead, but he was steadily losing ground and was in seventh position.
At 40 laps, 100 miles, Fittipaldi was still safely in first place with Rahal four seconds behind him. They were followed by Unser, Jr., Michael Andretti, Luyendyk, Mears, Foyt, and Cogan.
As the leaders were completing their 45th lap, the yellow flag made its second appearance of the day when Tony Bettenhausen stalled on the track and had to be towed in. This brought on a series of pit stops, and once again Fittipaldi was able to pit without giving up the lead.
At about this time Gary Bettenhausen was forced out of the race after 39 laps with wheel bearing trouble.
After 60 laps the first 10 leaders were Fittipaldi, Rahal, Unser, Jr., Michael Andretti, Luyendyk, Foyt, Mario Andretti, Mears, Boesel, and John Andretti.
On the 64th lap, action started taking place at several locations. Mario Andretti’s car had blown its engine and was coasting through the north end of the track. At the same time, Raul Boesel’s engine expired as he was going down the back straightaway. Pancho Carter, coming through the fourth turn, lost control and crashed into the outside wall. It was discovered that his CV joint had broken. Tom Sneva’s car was also having engine trouble, and he was out of the race.
The yellow flag came out and remained there for seven laps. The official finish for positions 30-27 was Sneva, Carter, Boesel, and Andretti.
On lap 70 the green flag returned and Fittipaldi picked up the pace, although his lead over Rahal, Unser, Andretti, and Luyendyk had decreased somewhat.
After 80 laps, 200 miles, the top 10 drivers were Fittipaldi, Unser, Rahal, Andretti, Luyendyk, Foyt, Mears, John Andretti, Cogan, and Eddie Cheever.
On lap 92, Fittipaldi and Rahal came in together for their fourth pit stops. This was Andretti’s chance to take the lead, but once again the Andretti misfortune came to the forefront. As he came through the fourth turn, blue smoke was coming from the right rear of his car. He came into his pit and his crew went to work, first putting out the fire and then changing the right rear half shaft, axle assembly, brake rotor, and caliper.
While this was happening, Luyendyk came by and went into the lead. For the first time since the start of the race, Fittipaldi was not leading. Arie led for two laps and had to make a pit stop, which gave the lead back to Emmo.
Rocky Moran was the next driver forced out of the race. Rocky was a last-minute qualifier on the last day of time trials and had the slowest qualifying speed this year. Now he was finished after 88 laps with an expired engine.
At 100 laps, half the race, the first 10 drivers were Fittipaldi, Unser, Rahal, Luyendyk, Foyt, Mears, John Andretti, Cheever, Cogan, and Scott Brayton.
Fittipaldi continued to set a record pace, but on the next series of pit stops Rahal took the lead for five laps before giving it back to Emmo.
In the pit area, Bill Vukovich was the next entry out of the race when his turbocharger quit working. Michael Andretti was leaving the pits after being there for 17 minutes.
At 120 laps, 300 miles, the first 10 leaders were Rahal, Luyendyk, Fittipaldi, Unser, Mears, Foyt, Brayton, John Andretti, Cogan, and Cheever.
Fittipaldi continued to set a torrid pace but then pitted on his 135th lap having been on the track only 18 laps since his last stop. Rahal and Luyendyk moved into the first two positions.
Just as Rahal finished his 141st lap, the yellow flag appeared again. John Andretti’s car hadn’t been handling well for several laps, and suspension trouble caused him to lose control and spin off the track in turn one.
The next departing from the race after Bill Vukovich was Roberto Guerrero. His #20 Patrick Racing machine was forced out when the drive pins in the right rear broke and fell off.
Dominic Dobson’s #86 Texaco Havoline car was out after 129 laps with engine trouble.
On Rahal’s 147th lap, the green flag appeared again as racing speed resumed.
On his 152nd lap Fittipaldi made another pit stop having been out for only 17 laps. Something had to be wrong, and a short time later it was announced that Emmo’s tires were blistering because he was running at a faster speed than they were made for. He returned to the track, but Rahal and Luyendyk were getting away from him.
At 160 laps,