A Minute Error of Judgement
Monte Carlo Grand Prix, May 15
If the Monaco Grand Prix was held anywhere other than through the streets of Monte Carlo, it would be rejected out of hand by everyone connected with the Formula One circus.
The road surface leaves a lot to be desired, the width is ludicrous in places, some of the corners are artificially tight, and 'run-off' areas are just a state of mind. The pit-lane would not pass an intelligent scrutiny, the paddock is a water-front slum, facilities are primitive and any sort of logical movement about the place is virtually impossible. But, if all the wrongs were righted it would not be Monte Carlo, and without Monte Carlo nobody would want a similar shambles in Nice or Menton.
Apart from being a tax-haven for the rich and a convenient home for international 'travellers' of non fixed abode, Monaco thrives on other people's money - and the world of Formula One is a good customer, the teams causing their sponsors to spend money like it was going out of fashion.
The bigger and more ostentatious you can be in flaunting your wealth and influence, the more successful you are considered to be by your rival's Public Relations Department. And all in the warm, colourful, exotic atmosphere of the south of France: except that this year we hardly saw the sun, and the rain made even the most ostentatious display look tawdry.
Being a law unto itself, the Automobile Club of Monaco manages to have Formula One practice and qualifying on Thursday and Saturday, whereas any other country has to have it on Friday and Saturday. On Sunday it contrives to start its race at 3.30pm, just to be different. But Monaco is Monaco, and if you want to run a Grand Prix round the streets you have to make allowances - and then some.
As there is no pre-race testing allowed, the first morning of official practice is usually used to bed in the circuit, the cars blowing away the dust, forcing a clear line through the streets where no racing car has been for a year, and coating that line with rubber. At least, that is what normally happens: this year it rained most of Thursday, so qualifying was rather inconclusive for some, though not for all.
Honda produced two versions of its latest turbocharged V6 engine, one more suited to the characteristics of the circuit than the other, and Lotus and McLaren each had a pair to try. The McLaren team was in a class of its own, depressing all the opposition even on the wet track, and even more so as the track started to dry out at the end of the qualifying hour.
Even within McLaren there was first and second divisions, for Senna was also in a class of his own, almost two seconds faster than his team-mate Alain Prost.
With 31 entries, one had to be eliminated, and on Thursday this was done by rules. Certain drivers had to pre-qualify during the morning testing, the slowest being dropped, and these drivers had to stop and have their cars' weight checked every time they re-entered the pit-lane. Stefano Modena forgot to do this with the EuroBrun, so he was disqualified. Four more had to be eliminated before the race and this was done on qualifying lap-times up to 2pm on Saturday.
After more rain, Thursday evening and yet more on Friday, the weather took a slight turn for the better on Saturday. After a grey and cool test-session on Saturday afternoon. As can be imagined, there was something of a rush to get out and record a qualifying lap.
Wet or dry made little difference to Ayrton Senna, who was still in a class of his own. FIA restrictions on boost-pressure from the 4-bar of last year to the 2.5 bar of this year seemed to change little, McLaren and Senna finding reserves of speed elsewhere. Pole position this year for Senna was 1min 23.998sec, against last year's pole time by Nigel Mansell in the Williams-Honda of 1min 23.039 sec. Senna's team-mate was one-and-a-half seconds slower, while the rest were happy to be within four seconds of the flying Brazilian.
The four drivers eliminated were Nakajima (Lotus), Schneider (Zakspeed), Campos (Minardi) and Bailey (Tyrrell). The fastest 3.5-litre non-turbo car was Mansell's Williams-Judd in fifth place, and 'those who profess to know' had predicted that the non-turbo cars had a good chance of success round the streets of Monte Carlo! If they did have an advantage it was not noticeable.
Rain returned on Sunday morning, but did not develop, though it ruined the 30-minute 'warm-up' session and everyone had to prepare for the race with very little knowledge of what they were really trying to do. The attitude of most people was to try not to be lapped by Senna too often.
The 78-lap race was due to start at 3.30pm, but for some their troubles began before then. On his way round the circuit to the 'dummy-grid' Arnoux's Ligier-Judd V8 died on him, and he had to make his way back to the pits and take the start from the pit-lane in the spare Ligier. When Senna led the remaining cars round on the parade-lap Streiff was in trouble with the accelerator pedal on the AGS-Cosworth DFZ and instead of taking his place on the grid, he disappeared into the pit-lane, never to be seen again. We were down to 24 cars and the race hadn't started.
Within seconds of the start, we were down to 23, as a mid-field collision at the first corner eliminated Alex Caffi with the red Dallara and Piquet limped up the hill with a crumpled nose-cone, making it back to the pits to retire. It had not been Piquet's weekend, for he was never in the picture during qualifying, finishing in 11th position. Arnoux managed to avoid the tailenders and join the race.
The race, if you can call it that, was really an Ayrton Senna/McLaren/Honda demonstration, made all the more spectacular by Prost making a poor start from his second position on the grid and being passed by the effervescent Berger, much to the joy of the usual large contingent of Ferrari supporters.
Senna simply ran away from everyone, while Prost had to run at the pace of the Ferrari, since he could not find a way by. Behind him came Mansell, keeping a wary eye on the temperatures of his Judd engine, and then Alboreto in the second Ferrari. Nannini followed in the first of the Benettons with a hard-charging Derek Warwick behind him - the Arrows driver enjoying himself, being 'on form' all weekend and really getting stuck into business.
At the end of this leading part of the field was Jonathan Palmer, in his Tyrrell 017 with normal Cosworth DFZ, and after making a good start he gave it all he had and was hanging on in ninth place. Boutsen had had a troubled practice in the Benetton and was bogged-down among the Lolas, while at the back came Larini in the new Osella, the team only too happy at having qualified for the race.
The merry-go-round of the street circuit is such that overtaking is something you think about in theory, but only achieve if your rival makes a mistake or has trouble: once the pattern is formed in the first two or three laps, it is a question of patience and consistency - except for Ayrton Senna.
The Brazilian pulled out an incredible lead. Even when he caught up with tailenders, they hardly slowed his progress, his remarkable vision and judgement taking him through gaps which his direct rivals looked on with disbelief. Prost fizzed about behind Berger's Ferrari hoping to intimidate him, but while it worked in Portugal last year it had no effect this time for the Austrian has learnt a lot since then.
Behind them Mansell was struggling in fourth place, fearful that his engine was going to overheat, and eventually Alboreto decided it was time he joined the front running turbocharged cars. On the wiggly bit round the swimming pool area on the harbour front, there was a slight 'coming-together': Mansell spun out of the race with damaged right rear suspension while an apologetic Alboreto went on his way, now in fourth place.
Every now and then Prost would really lean on Berger, but the young Austrian was unmoved, until on lap 54 the Ferrari engine gave a hiccough and that was all Prost needed. The McLaren was through and away. Berger tried in vain to hang on, but at peak revs the Ferrari engine was making a hesitant 'boom-boom' in its exhaust pipes, as if the boost-control valve was playing up.
With McLaren cars now first and second, with no opposition, the team orders went out over the in-car radio to 'ease-off', and their lap-times dropped from around 1min 26sec to 1min 29sec. Then it happened.
For 66 laps Senna had swept down the twisty descent and onto the sea front, taking the right-hand bend of Portier and heading for the tunnel. Each time he had aimed the right front wheel at the apex, his nose-fin skimming the wall as the car traversed the corner, sweeping across towards the iron barriers lining the edge of the road.
On lap 67, with only eleven-and-a-half laps to go to the chequered flag, Senna made a minute error of judgement. His right front nose-fin struck the apex of the corner, and the car was sent off line and into the outside wall, its left front wheel and suspension bent back on the unyielding Armco and its left rear wheel smashed.
On most circuits there are bevelled kerbs or grass verges to allow for such slight errors, but not at Monaco. As Shamus said to Paddy "near enough is not good enough, it's got to be right". Senna had got it wrong.
A lucky Alain Prost cruised home, given victory on a plate, but one cannot help wondering, if Senna had been left to run his own fast pace, whether he would not have made that infinitesimal error of judgement which cost him the race.
Prost was quite happy to be philosophical about the whole thing and accept the victory. It would have been another thing altogether had he been racing against Senna and had 'pressured' him into a mistake, as he had with Berger last year. But it as lucky for McLaren International and the Honda Motor Company that the Ferrari engine had begun to make that 'boom-boom' noise, which had allowed Prost to nip by into second place and eventual victory.
Naturally Honda was pleased to be first, with Ferrari second and third, but was less happy with the fallibility of its drivers - Nakajima failing to qualify, Piquet qualifying so badly he was slower than Palmer's Tyrrell and then having an accident at the first corner, and Senna throwing the race away. Prost was the blue-eyed boy of the French sector of the crowd, and no doubt also to the army of Japanese who look after the McLaren and Lotus teams.
For the struggling small teams there were some good pickings. Warwick ended up in splendid fourth place thanks to being in the right mood for the whole meeting: it had got him a good position on the grid, and he made the most of a good start and kept the hammer down until fading brakes forced him to ease up a bit.
Palmer was in a similar situation, and ninth on the opening lap as was the incentive he needed, driving hard and fast, even after he had lost the tow from the leading bunch. His fifth place was well-earned, as were the championship points he scooped for Team Tyrrell.
Patrese had to work for his sixth place, for when lapping Alliot's Lola the Williams collided with it, leaving a furious Frenchman sitting in a very derelict car while Patrese limped round to the pits for repairs rejoining in eighth place. He drove hard to snatch sixth place from the second Lola, driven by Dalmas, with two laps to go.
Probably the happiest team of all was Enzo Osella's little group, for Nicola Larini kept the new Osella going and was still running at the finish. The V8 Alfa Romeo turbocharged engine is now built completely by Osella's own factory, and with the 2.5-bar boost limit it has achieved a measure of reliability. It may have finished ninth, and three laps behind the winner, but it was as good as winning to the team. DSJ