A different twist to this story..."One week"
The 1974 Canadian grand prix at Mosport.
A race of one driver dominating the event, only to relinquish victory with a hand full of laps remaining.
Another who fought through the field, and the debut of a (short lived) rising star.
Lauda, ran away and hid in the 312T, for sixty seven of the eighty laps...only to hit debris, fall off track and gift Fittipaldi in the Mclaren victory. This promoted Reggazoni up to second, and Peterson who started tenth, carved his way to the podium. The gap from second to fourth (Hunt) was a mere five tenths.
Debutant Helmut Koinigg, at his first formula one race surprised most everyone. Driving an uncompetitive Surtees, managed to come home in a very respectful tenth place...
A week later he was to lose his life at the "light bulb" corner at Watkins Glen. I wont go into the details, but I witnessed the aftermath, as we were only about fifty yards up track from the accident. The race continued, as the corner workers quickly determined the crash was fatal, and covered the debris. Seven days had passed, from adulation to sorrow, with Koinigg's life in the balance. It was another dark weekend for me that October. I was still feeling the effects of Cevert's passing the previous year here.
