The road to 200mph began in 1971 with the debut of the McLaren M16 and the introduction of aerodynamically-efficient wings to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Distinguished by a chisel nose and hip radiators inspired by the Lotus 72, the M16 allowed driver Peter Revson to raise the Indianapolis four-lap qualifying record from 171.550mph to 178.696mph.
Speedway railbirds were stunned by the jump in speed. Yet in 1972, AAR designer Roman Slobodynsky – a former aerospace engineer – hatched an even-higher-flying Eagle that made the M16 look like a dodo.
“It was so far ahead of the competition that it was incomprehensible,” Unser says. During pre-season testing at Ontario — a carbon copy of Indianapolis with slightly more banking — Unser crept up on the 200 mph barrier. “We were fixing to break it when Dan showed up, and he didn’t want to do it until the press was there, so that it would generate some publicity,” Unser recalls.
Bobby proceeded to set track records at six consecutive races in 1972, including Indianapolis (196.678mph) and Michigan International Speedway (199.778mph). Everybody was expecting a 200mph lap at Ontario. But Unser lost three turbocharged Offenhausers during practice and qualifying. So all eyes turned to Jerry Grant and the purple Eagle he’d nearly taken to victory at Indianapolis.
Dragster-like engine boost gave Grant a shot at pole
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Since Unser was supposed to break the record, Grant had been practising with the turbo boost at a relatively modest race setting that limited his speed to 196.536. But as Grant waited in line to qualify, AAR engine wizard John Miller leaned into his cockpit.
“Can you stand some more horsepower?” Martin asked.
“Sure,” Grant answered.
“You think you can handle the whole enchilada?”
“The car handled so well that you could drive it sideways” Jerry Grant
For qualifying runs, the stout four-cylinder Offy could accommodate as much as 135 inches of turbo boost, which translated to approximately 1100bhp. After fiddling with the wastegate in the engine compartment, Martin strolled back to the cockpit “Better hang on, buddy! You’re getting it all,” he told Grant.
When Jerry pulled out of the pits, he immediately realised he was strapped to a rocket “Hell, I thought I was driving an AA dragster,” he says. “I short-shifted and still broke the tyres loose.”