Garner, however, has other ideas. He sits in the car as planned, just for the photograph, just for old time’s sake. He is not allowed to flick on the fuel pump, then the ignition switch. And he is certainly forbidden from hitting the starter, selecting first, dropping the clutch and howling off towards the Curva Grande. Problem was, by the time they realised what he was doing, Garner had gone.
They chased him for a while but soon realised the pursuit was pointless. Apparently it is watching him slide the Lotus out of the chicanes which suggests he is probably in no mood to be caught. He’s back soon, a naughty grin washing decades away from his face. “Circuit changed much?” I ventured as he clambered from the car. Wide-eyed, he looked back at me and spoke in mock shock tones. “I knew there was a chicane at the end of the straight. No-one told me there were two.” A colleague standing by took my arm and muttered “Hard to imagine Kevin bloody Costner doing that…” In a recent issue, the American People magazine devoted their cover to Garner and published it complete with the line: “James Garner, the Last Real Man.” And regardless as to whether you consider this a statement of absolute truth or simply an exploitative, ultimately meaningless headline, you can see what they were driving at. It’s the little things you notice first: the fried eggs and bacon for breakfast and the way he keeps on disappearing behind buildings with photographer Yeadon for cigarettes; there is no script and no-one is going to tell Garner how to behave.
BRM H16 film prop is actually Lotus 22
Andrew Yeadon
More than anything though, Garner is an automobile man, becoming hooked through frequent weekends in the 1950s watching the emergent American stock car racing scene. It was Grand Prix that finally snared him, however.
“It was a film I wasn’t meant to do. They asked Steve McQueen but when they saw the abuse he was giving his body and mind, they asked me. I spent over two months with Bob Bondurant being taught how to drive race cars because I was damned if I was going to just sit there and let doubles have all the fun.