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“He’s boyish and affable…a gentleman…”

1963TimesGPatRiverside_0616Jim was intrigued, when he met Frank Arciero on arrival at LAX, to hear about Frank’s famous 2.7 litre Lotus 19-Climax – the car he would race in Sunday’s LA Times-sponsored Grand Prix at Riverside. Frank struck a cautionary note, however: the tired engine was losing its oil pressure and there wouldn’t be time to fix it should things turn bad.  Jim sensed that it could be Mosport all over again;  it was a function of making long-distance race arrangements for last-minute arrivals.  The Arciero brothers – huge race enthusiasts both – were nonetheless optimistic.  The sons of a father who fought in such WW2 arenas as Monte Cassino (with the Allies!), Frank and Phil were shipped off to America – to Ellis Island – in 1939.   Concrete – construction – was their trade; California was where they made their fortune.  A wine business followed. Then real estate.  And then, in the late 1950s, with a fortune to back both his hand shakes and his promises, Frank began to support the cream of young American racing drivers.  Dan Gurney.  Parnelli Jones.  Phil Hill.  Bobby Unser.  Chuck Daigh.  By 1963, the Arciero Brothers, based in Montebello, East of Los Angeles, California, were regular, headline fixtures on the “Fall Pro Series” – in the big-money, big-engined sports car races at circuits like Bridgehampton, Kent, (Washington), Laguna Seca and Riverside, where internationals like  Stirling Moss, Innes Ireland and Masten Gregory fought the best of the locals – the Walt Hansgens, the Roger Penskes, the Bob Holberts.

The 1963 LA Times Grand Prix at Riverside, further east again from LA, was to be the biggest and best yet for the Arcieros.  In a piece of stage-management that stands right up there with anything that, say, Red Bull, could conjure today, Frank brought Jim Clark and Parnelli Jones together as team-mates in two different types of Lotus – the 2.7 litre Coventry Climax-engined 19 and a similarly-powered 23.  1963TimesGPatRiverside_1528Both drivers, what’s more, would be right there in terms of the outright race win.  There was big prize money to be won at Riverside – $35,000 in total, with about a third of that going to the overall winner. Jim liked this concept; he liked the idea of racing for serious prize money (as distinct from the reasonable starting money in Europe).   He was a professional racing driver.  He liked to earn his money on the race track. He wasn’t one for hardline contract negotiations behind closed doors.

He wasn’t alone, of course, in his attraction to the prize money. I repeat here the line-up of major runners at this Riverside race if only because it feels so good to type their names and the cars they drove:_Riverside-1963-10-13

Jim Clark (Arciero Lotus 19-Climax/Lotus 23B-Ford)

Graham Hill (Ian Walker Lotus 23B-Ford)

Jim Hall (Chaparral-Chevrolet)

AJ Foyt (Scarab-Chevrolet)

Dave MacDonald (King Cobra-Ford)

Bob Holbert (King Cobra-Ford)

Dan Gurney (Genie-Ford)

Roger Penske (Zerex-Ford)

Pedro Rodgriguez (Genie-Ford)

John Surtees (Ferrari)

Richie Ginther (Porsche RS)

Bill Krause (Elva-Ford)

Roy Salvadori (Cooper Monaco-Climax)

Bob Bondurant (Cobra-Ford)

Augie Pabst (Lotus 19-Climax)

Lloyd Ruby (Harrison-Ford)

Jerry Grant (Lotus 19-Buick)

Timmy Mayer (Lotus 23B-Ford)

Frank Gardner (Brabham BT5-Ford)

Dick Thompson (Maserati)

Rodger Ward (Cooper Monaco-Buick)

Jerry Titus (Genie-Chevrolet)

Chuck Parsons (Lotus 23B-Ford)

Ken Miles (Dolphin-Porsche)

The LA Times went crazy with promotion; on race day, out there at Riverside, with the mountains in the backdrop, perched on the grass banks, looking across the ups and downs of the famous circuit under a baking California sun, sat an 82,000-strong crowd.  It was the biggest ever seen at an American road race – bigger even than at all the US GPs run to date.

For Jim, though, the weekend started badly. Graham Hill was there with the well-sorted Walker 23B; Timmy Mayer had just imported one of the Normand Lotus 23Bs (and would race it still in Normand colours); the King Cobras and the Chaparral were obviously going to be hard to beat.  It seemed that everyone had a ride – everyone, that is, except the new World Champion.  The Climax had indeed lost its oil pressure.1963TimesGPatRiverside_12011963TimesGPatRiverside_03521963TimesGPatRiverside_12721963TimesGPatRiverside_0679

Frank felt terrible and promised Jim that he would have a rebuilt engine installed in the 19 for the following weekend’s race at Laguna Seca.  For now, he could but give Jim the telephone number of the local LA Lotus dealer, Bob Challman.  Maybe Bob would lend him a car.

So it was that Jim Clark, the mild-mannered shepherd from the Scots Borders, met Los Angeles.  A diminutive new passenger jet had just had its first flight in the hands of Hank Beaird and Bob Hagen. It was called the Learjet 23. The West Coast seemed to be another country again; the specialist machine shops – and even the race shops – around LA were abuzz with the burgeoning NASA space programme. With Watkins Glen already feeling an age away, Jim therefore set off under the sun to find 2301 Sepulveda Boulevard, Manhattan Beach – Bob Challman’s dealership. He was alone. The eight-hour time difference to England made it impossible for him to involve Andrew Ferguson, Team Lotus’ Racing Manager in the negotiations – even if Colin had sanctioned the cost of trans-Atlantic phone calls. None of his usual mechanics were with him. He knew Dan, of course, and Parnelli, and AJ Foyt, and Rodger Ward, but still he was a foreigner, a newcomer to very different shores.

Bob Challman’s Lotus dealership (now an Enterprise Rental office) was vibrant and innovative.  lBob, who also raced when he had the time, would soon become famous on Madison Avenue for his slickly-worded advertisements for the new Lotus Elan – and for his ‘60s graphics. Convertible Elans looked great in the Californian sun;  Bob’s name, and that of Lotus, sat up there in lights, Vegas-style, by the Manhattan Beach dealership.This was a far cry, of course, from Cheshunt, North London.

An example of the sort of ad copy Bob produced (under the title, “This One Doesn’t Snarl”) can be gained from the following Elan publicity, LA-style:

“To the buff who’s become accustomed to the fierce sounds and exotic forms of the current hairy breeds, the Lotus Elan may come on with a bit of a jolt.  There are no ear-tweaking screams or jungle-like roars, even when turning full-crank.  The Elan moves quickly, but without fanfare.  The body form is also a modest understatement, totally lacking in toothy overhangs and embossed lumps.  The design is functional, and handsomely finished, but by no means overpowering.  If you’re just looking for something to park in front of the apartment – forget it.  On the other hand, if you’re the kind who seeks those inner qualities that come with quiet types, you will find the Elan an attractive package of enduring pleasures.”

All of this, I think, would have brought a smile to the face of one James Clark Jnr.  And it is a matter of record that Bob Challman instantly came to Jim’s rescue.  He just “happened” to have a brand new Lotus 23B awaiting pick-up by a West Coast customer. Of course Jim could race it at Riverside. It would be a privilege.

In the way of Bob’s “modest understatement”, Jim’s new car would be finished in plain silver. There was no signwriting, apart from a small Champion sticker. It didn’t even carry the name of Bob’s racing team (Ecurie Shirlee) – or that of its driver. It simply wore Jim’s new racing number – 222 – in white on the nose and in black (complete with starbursts!) on the rear sides. (Jim’s original Arciero number was 2 and 22 was taken!)

It was indeed a brand new car; and, given that Jim was by then the world’s foremost 23 exponent – he had debuted a 23 a year and a half ago, in Germany – there was every chance that Jim would quickly be able to sort it. All hopes of outright victory had to be expunged. Jim focused on a class win. His main opponents: Graham Hill, naturally, and also Timmy Mayer.  Bill Krause wasn’t slow; and Frank Gardner had showed the pace of the new Brabham BT5 recently at Oulton Park.

The 23 arrived late at Riverside, as befitted its virginity. Jim walked into the circuit in short-sleeved shirt and dark slacks, race bag in hand, in company with Parnelli, who was to race that other Arciero car – a new Lotus 23 fitted with a big Ford V8.  Amazingly, and despite much work at the track, this entry was scratched, too. For Frank and Phil, this was probably the team’s darkest hour.  Jim’s 23, though, fettled by the Ecurie Shirlee mechanics, was eventually ready for the last few minutes of practice.  Jim qualified on the eighth row, alongside Jerry Titus, with a time of 1min 37.6, a second away from Mayer (who was the quickest 23 driver), Hill and Gardner.1963TimesGPatRiverside_0329

You can enjoy with race on the adjoining YouTube clip. It was hot and it was long. There were many retirements. Jim, in familiar Dunlop blues and peakless Bell Magnum, and with no seat belts, lost time at the start after a slight contretemps with Krause but gradually he worked his way through the pack to win his class and to finish fifth overall. His was a drive of svelte mechanical sympathy and wonderfully consistent pace. It was a World Champion’s drive, to be sure – all the more so because he was lapped several times by the race winner, Dave MacDonald.  Regardless of the ignominy, Jim remained focused and calm.  There was a job to be done. And he did it, despite (uniquely, amongst the top six) taking a precautionary, 23-sec stop for fuel on lap 58. He won $2,300 for winning his class and a further $100 from that Champion spark plug bonus sticker.

It would be remiss of me at this point not to pay homage to the very humble but amazingly-talented Dave MacDonald.  With his goggle strap worn inside his gold helmet, in the American fashion of the time, and in white t-shirts and Levis out of the car, Dave was a crew-cut star who shone brightly for too brief a time. Look at some of the angles he creates in that Shelby King Cobra!  Look at his aggression in traffic.  Yes, Jim Hall led the Riverside race in his amazing, revolutionary Chaparral 2.  Soon, though, Hall was lighting up a cigarette and walking back to the pits. Roger Penske was very quick in the 2.7 litre Zerex, despite no longer being allowed to sit centre-chassis. So was Dan Gurney in the smoke-stack Genie-Ford. Pedro Rodriguez continued to display all the flair that had emerged at Mosport and then at Watkins Glen. Bob Holbert was there. It was MacDonald, though, the former drag-racer, who stole the day.  He lapped the entire field.  He won $14,340 plus the Pontiac Pace Car.

Dave would go on to win..and to win.  He won at Kent the following May. And then, a few days later, he was fatally injured in that fiery first-lap accident at Indianapolis.  A great American talent was lost.

Jim enjoyed Riverside.  In the papers the next day they described him as a “gentleman” –as “boyish and affable”. These weren’t the sort of adjectives you’d find regularly in the sports sections of The Times or The Daily Telegraph but in many ways the American writers got it right.  There was much more to Jim Clark than the demure Scots farmer who in Europe was always seen in tandem with Colin Chapman. Here, in California, Jim was the new World Champion living a different sort of life. He was self-contained, a driver-entrepreneur living in the Space Age.

And he liked it, he mused, as he drove north in the rental car up to Laguna Seca.

Captions, from top: Jim in the brand new Lotus 23B at Riverside, 1963; team-mates (almost): sitting on a pick-up truck by the Riverside pit wall, Jim hides his Arciero disappointment with Parnelli Jones; Jim even manages a smile as he stands by the Arciero Lotus 19-Climax, knowing that he’s going to need to find another drive; while awaiting the Ecurie Shirlee 23B, there was plenty of time to look and see.  Here he shares a moment with Dan Gurney, stops for a cuppa and chats to the natives; Bob Challman’s Manhattan dealership as it is today – an Enterprise car lot; Jim in the 23-Ford.  Note the angle of the front wheels and the steering lock.  There’s a nice drift going on here  Below: it was a long, hot afternoon.  Here he is post-race with the Champion man, learning about his finishing bonus  Graphics: from the collections of The Henry Ford; http://www.thehenryford.org

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11 thoughts on ““He’s boyish and affable…a gentleman…”

  1. jimmy on said:

    WOW ! What an incredible article. So appreciate savouring this era.
    Was there ever a grander entry list anywhere and as star studded as this. Astonishing ! I don’t remember MN covering this. Better late than never PW ? !
    Such a cracking good photo study of Jimmy at the bottom too.
    Many many thanks P.

  2. Steve on said:

    What a list of famous names in this one race! Clark, Foyt, Gurney, Surtees, Penske, Hill, Ward, Miles, Rodriguez, Ginther, Ruby, Hall… It makes Dave MacDonald’s accomplishment all the more amazing.

  3. Indeed – although they were all in very different cars, of course. What we can say is that Dave MacDonald maximised that King Cobra at Riverside – and that he was a joy to watch.

  4. Thanks. The race got pretty good coverage in Autosport but nothing massive in MN. None of the European journalists or photographers attended – which, today, seems outrageous. Why wouldn’t anyone want to see Clark vs Hall vs Foyt vs Gurney vs Hill vs MacDonald, etc, etc?

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  6. Mark McDonald on said:

    ‘Lloyd Ruby Harrison-Ford’ (!) I enjoyed this article very much, Peter. Well done.

  7. Cameron on said:

    The photo of Jim with the SYT in the white high heels is iconic. I remember it well from one of the monthlies (Sports Car Graphic?) of that time, right as I was beginning my huge enthusiasm for F1/Indy racing.

  8. There’s actually a series of shots of Jim enjoying that particular conversation. Interesting that he just kept on chatting, despite the click of the shutters.

  9. Thanks. Yes, the Harrison was a distant cousin of the Dolphin, I guess.

  10. Clark and Gurney do not look out of place among the movie stars do they?

  11. Good point. Speaking of movie stars, do we think that that’s Peter Fonda in the background of the pic in which Jim is chatting to the local talent? That lady, incidentally, in mid-1964 appeared on the front cover of “Autosport”.

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