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Timmy Mayer (and McLaren)…50 years on

64527He was an American in Europe, a racer to his fingertips. The previous fall he out-qualified Graham Hill at Laguna Seca. Both were in Lotus 23 sports cars; both were on the limit. In Europe, etching his name in Formula Junior and even in factory Minis, he was always there. He and Peter Revson. Two “East Coast crumple” American stars-in-the-making. It was his brother, Teddy, who first suggested it to Bruce McLaren.  Why not run Timmy Mayer in a second Bruce McLaren Motor Racing Ltd Cooper-Climax in the inaugural (1964) Tasman Series, in New Zealand and then in Australia (January-February)? The Mayers would help with the finance and Timmy would bring with him his mechanic from the American sports car races – Tyler Alexander.

Bruce liked the Mayers and he liked Tyler.  The deal was quickly done.

And Timmy was quickly on the pace in NZ that January, 1964 – right up there with Bruce, his mentor, Jack Brabham, Denny Hulme and the brilliant Australian local, Frank Matich. He led for a while at the opening Tasman round, at Levin. He almost dead-heated with Bruce for the win at Teretonga. And then on February 22, at Lakeside, Queensland, three days before his 26th birthday, Timmy qualified his Cooper on the front row. On Sunday he led the race easily once Matich had retired – and before he, too, was obliged to stop trackside with a blown engine.

I saw Timmy race at Warwick Farm, in mid-February, 1964. Tip-toed behind the spectator fence, neck craning, I was struck by Timmy’s almost-straight arms and by his light blue Dunlop overalls flapping in the slipstream. His helmet was white, with two vertical stripes and a white peak. He sat quite high in the cramped F2 Cooper cockpit. He qualified just behind Bruce, despite being a rookie at the Farm, and I clearly remember Timmy biffing the back of Bruce’s Cooper right in front of us on the opening lap at Creek Corner.  Team leader nudged by his Number Two!  Both raced on, though, and finished second and third, albeit with the second Cooper’s nose section all askew. I watched them all afternoon. Timmy always fast, always aggressive, punching the throttle out of Creek, applying the opposite lock with crisp precision. Bruce, by comparison, was only slightly more fluid.

Timmy, clearly, was fast.64533

I heard the news on a warm Friday afternoon in Sydney, crackling its way from my black transistor radio.  “….Practice at Longford today was marred by the accident involving the young American, Timmy Mayer.  He lost control of his Cooper when it became airborne at high speed and crashed into trees.  Mayer succumbed to his injuries…”

“Dad,” I said.  “What does ‘succumbed’ mean?”

Years later, in the company of Geoff Harris, I visited the site of Timmy’s accident.  It was a gorgeous Tasmanian day.  A light breeze teased the long grass by Timmy’s trees.  Down at the pub, on the corner, the beer was cold and the flies lazy.  I walked up towards the hump in the road that had triggered the Cooper’s flight.

It was benign.  This couldn’t be the place.

And yet it was.  It was the afternoon practice session and Timmy was eager for another front-row start. I pictured him chatting by the car in the grassy paddock, Ford Falcon pick-up trucks nearby, eating a sandwich in polo shirt, sunglasses and shorts.  He would have been helping Tyler wherever possible and Bruce would have been around every ten minutes or so, asking if everything was on schedule. Pat McLaren and Garrill Mayer, just 23, would have been wearing headscarves and RayBans, laughing with Bette Hill and Betty Brabham.  Then Timmy would have pulled on his Dunlops and helmet, climbed into the Cooper T62, fitted his goggles and set off for another run. Trees, telegraph poles and sharp gutters would have flashed past. The Cooper would have been touching 160 mph on the long straights. It would have flicked from side to side over the bumpy bridges. No seat belts and no monocoque chassis. Just a tube frame, a big fuel tank and a vibrating 2.5 litre Climax engine for company.

Down the pit straight.  Through the Viaduct.  Out over King’s bridge. The Union Street straight leads then down to Pub Corner, a 90deg right. The trees are plentiful now, either side of the track. Top gear.  Can he fly the hump without braking…..?

We’ll never know what really happened. Was it a gust of wind? Did he land less-than-square? Did he brake upon landing, at just the wrong moment? It was over in an instant, in the blink of an eye. The Cooper slewed sideways into a 15ft plane tree (recalls Barry Green in his excellent book, Longford: Fast Track Back). The car split into two; Timmy was thrown 50 yds to the other side of the road, instantly breaking his neck.Fifty years ago.  A shining light, suddenly extinguished. And yet Timmy would live on – through Teddy, who became a major player in the history of McLaren; and through Tyler, who was, and is, a similar force. Thus we’ll never forget Timmy Mayer – never forget what he would have been – nor the legacy he left to Bruce and, thus, to motor racing.

Heartbroken at the time, but racing on at Longford 50 years ago, because that was what you did, Bruce in his Autosport column, with Eoin Young’s support, wrote about Timmy with timeless poise and eloquence:

“Intelligent and charming, Timmy had made dozens of friends during his career.  As often occurs, to look at him you wouldn’t take him for a racing driver.  You had to know him, to realize his desire to compete, to do things better than the next man, be it swimming, water-skiing or racing.

“So when, during second practice at Longford, he crashed at high speed and we knew immediately that it was bad, in our hearts we felt that he had been enjoying himself and ‘having a go’.

“The news that he died instantly was a terrible shock to all of us.  But who is to say that he had not seen more, done more and learned more in his 26 years than many people do in a lifetime?

“It is tragic, particularly for those left.  Plans half-made must now be forgotten and the hopes must be rekindled.  Without men like Tim, plans and hopes mean nothing.

“To do something well is so worthwhile that to die trying to do it better cannot be foolhardy.  I can’t say these things well, but I know this is what I feel to be true.  It would be a waste of life to do nothing with one’s ability.  Life is measured in terms of achievement, not in years alone.”

Bruce clinched the Tasman Championship, the first title for Bruce McLaren Motor Racing Ltd, at Longford, March 3, 1964.  He missed the two preliminary races because of Timmy’s accident but in the feature he drove brilliantly from the back of the grid to finish second behind Graham Hill’s Scuderia Veloce Brabham.  It was enough to give him the title by six points from Jack Brabham and Denny Hulme.

Timothy Andrew Mayer: February 22, 1938-February 28, 1964







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13 thoughts on “Timmy Mayer (and McLaren)…50 years on

  1. Stewart Hutcheson on said:

    I didn’t know that story. Beautifully told. Thanks. A couple of things went through my head while reading it, the first switching on my transistor radio while studying (supposedly) for Highers and at that moment hearing that Jim Clark had been killed. The second again about a Scot was Colin McRae’s quote “You’re here for a good time, not a long time.” Sounds like it was apt for Timmy too.

  2. Gary Knutson on said:

    Thanks for sending this, Peter. I find it hard to believe that the following year was when I started working with Bruce, Teddy and Tyler at BMMR.


  3. Thanks Gary. Al Caldwell and I were only talking about you the other day. You were/are another of the icons.

  4. Thanks. Tim’s accident was the first that really came into my field of perception. One minute I’d seen him drive at a gorgeous Warwick Farm; the next I was hearing about his passing on a crackly radio. That same transister also brought me the news of Jim’s accident, Bruce’s accident, Lulu Scarfiotti’s accident…and so it went on.

  5. Gary Knutson on said:

    I had replied earlier after reading the article. After I went back and reread it, I would like to make some additional comments.

    First, in just a few short paragraphs, Peter basically described the creation of Bruce McLaren Motor Racing, a company by which I was fortunate enough to be employed. Peter’s style of writing and the accuracy make his articles something special.

    I firmly believe that, had Teddy and Tyler not been brought on board at this time, McLaren International would be completely different today, or perhaps, could have faded into history. Bruce and the original group that founded BMMR were the prime movers obviouslyand without them, there certainly wouldn’t have existed this fine racing group at all.

    I think both Teddy and Tyler were instrumental in seeing BMMR through the very difficult period after Bruce was killed. Teddys’ financial resources, drive and singularity of purpose, and Tylers’ skill, knowledge and enthusiasm helped get the company through that period and move into what eventually became McLaren International.

    Gary Knutson

  6. I hadn’t heard of Longford until this blog pointed me to a U Tube vid last year and I immediately thought what a scary circuit it looked, but they probably just took it as normal at that time.

  7. Thanks for those bonus comments, Gary. A great privilege to hear from you.

  8. A real street circuit, Longford. Scary, yes – but no more so than, say, Bathurst for the locals or Solitude, Spa or Rouen for the internationals. Back then, the pleasure of driving on those roads far out-weighed their dangers (as Bruce said most poignantly in his tribute to Timmy).

  9. Amy H on said:

    A poignant memory beautifully written, Peter…

  10. Thanks – kind of you to say so. It still hurts, thinking of Timmy that day at Longford.

  11. norv952 on said:

    So sad but so well delivered that it still managed to put a smile on my face, better to have loved and lost……….

  12. Oliver Wells on said:

    I have just read Bill Pottingers book Tasman Series Memoirs 1967-1971. Brought back a lot of good memories for me and worth a look.

  13. My dad was a member of Timmy’s crew and was in the pits the day Timmy died. I was named after Timmy, but my dad left racing shortly after Timmy’s fatal crash. There were just too many drivers getting killed at that time: Very fast, very unsafe cars. Over the years I’ve heard many stories about Timmy, Teddy, Tyler, Peter, and many others, and their exploits. What an exciting time it was. To this day, a photo of Timmy driving the Cooper-Climax hangs prominently in my Dad’s study.

    Never visited this site before, glad I found it.

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