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Gilles was one of the greatest and still has a huge fan following around the world, I was watching the qualifying that faithful day when my favorite driver of the day came up to Jochen Mass's March and clipped his rear wheel throwing Gilles Ferrari up into the air and splitting the cockpit in 2 with Gilles still in it upon impact he would later be pronounced dead at the hospital.

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Quote:Gilles Villeneuve, 1950-1982
He was Canada's most famous and best-loved racing driver. Twenty-five years after his senseless death on the track, he still is

Norris McDonald

May 05, 2007

The news came on Saturday, May 8, 1982: Canada's greatest auto racing hero had died from injuries suffered in an accident earlier that day during final qualifying for the Belgium Grand Prix at Circuit Zolder.

The life and death of Gilles Villeneuve is the stuff of Grand Opera.

He was a nobody from the backwoods of Quebec who went on to become one of the most famous athletes in the world – a daredevil Formula One racing driver employed by the best-known and most romantic of all Grand Prix marques, Scuderia Ferrari. The victim of a double-cross by a conniving teammate, he was intent on defending his honour when he crashed to his death at 32 years old.

The government of Canada dispatched an Armed Forces plane to pick up his body and return it to Canada, along with his young wife, Joanne, and his two children, Jacques, 11, and Melanie, 8 (who filled the hours over the Atlantic by drawing pictures and writing poetry about their father).

The outpouring of affection and grief was nationwide. Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau and Opposition Leader Joe Clark led the mourners at his funeral in Berthierville, Villeneuve's hometown, and the service was broadcast live, coast-to-coast.

Jody Scheckter, his teammate at Ferrari in 1979 and 1980 and a friend, delivered a short eulogy: "I will miss Gilles for two reasons. First, he was the fastest driver in the history of motor racing. Second, he was the most genuine man I have ever known. But he has not gone. The memory of what he has done, what he achieved, will always be there."

He was adored for one reason above all: he was a racer. He wanted to win races and championships, yes, but more than anything he wanted to win every lap he was out on the track, whether it was a practice lap, a qualifying lap or the 35th lap of a 72-lap Grand Prix.

In fact, when Britain's respected MotorSport magazine put out its 75th anniversary issue in April 1999, it had a picture of Villeneuve on the cover – but no story inside. Explained editor Andrew Frankel:

"For this issue, we wanted an image which best described the way we felt about the sport. No single shot can sum up 75 years of motorsport so we looked for one which made us feel good about racing. And Gilles in a 12-cylinder Ferrari said it all ... in the firmament of great racing drivers, his star shines more brightly than that of multiple world champions. The explanation is simple: Villeneuve knew the difference between racing and winning and, unlike the majority of those who drive Grand Prix cars, it was the former which provided his motivation..."

It was always about the racing, right from the start when he drove snowmobiles in the early 1970s. He won a world championship on the ice and then went to Formula Ford and Formula Atlantic, where he hated to lose.

In 1976, he did something about that: He won every race he entered except one – a race in the rain at Westwood, B.C., where he spun off the track and damaged the car. Otherwise, he was unbeatable. He won the Canadian Formula Atlantic Championship as well as the U.S. championship.

Most important, he won a race in September in Trois Rivieres, Que., against the cream of the F-Atlantic crop, as well as four Formula One drivers of the day: James Hunt (who won the world championship that year), Vittorio Brambilla, Alan Jones and Patrick Tambay.

Hunt was so impressed by Villeneuve that he got out of his car and went to a telephone and called his boss, Teddy Mayer, who ran the McLaren F1 team. Mayer signed Villeneuve to a contract and put him in a car at the British GP in 1977. Villeneuve qualified ninth (of 26 starters; 36 cars were entered in total) and finished 11th (although he could have been fourth but for a faulty oil-temperature guage that forced him into the pits for a check).

It was a spectacular debut. But for some inexplicable reason, Mayer opted to go with Tambay (who'd also been offered a tryout) and it looked like Villeneuve's F1 career was over before it really started. But in a strange twist, Philip Morris (Marlboro cigarettes), which sponsored the McLaren team, went to bat for him (in return, of course, for him wearing a Marlboro sticker on the front of his helmet forever after).

They arranged for McLaren to tear up his contract and wangled a meeting with the legendary Enzo Ferrari, el commandatore of Scuderia Ferrari. According to author Brock Yates in his book, Enzo Ferrari: The Man, the Cars, the Races, the old man looked at the young Villeneuve and said to colleagues afterward:

" When they presented me with this tiny Canadian, this miniscule bundle of nerves, I instantly recognized in him the physique of the great Nuvolari and I said to myself, `Let's give him a try.'"

The wise and crafty Ferrari recognized a tiger when he saw one – and Gilles didn't disappoint. He started 67 Grands Prix in a Ferrari, finishing on the podium 14 times and winning six – including his first at his home Grand Prix at Montreal in 1978.

His flamboyant, never-say-die racing style endeared him to the tifosi right from the beginning.

In 1979, he finished second in the world championship to his teammate, Scheckter. There are many, Villeneuve included, who thought he could have won the title because in any number of races he was faster.

But Villeneuve was a man of honour. He knew Scheckter was the No. 1 driver and his role was to race hard but to hold position if the No. 1 pilot was in a position to win.

This sense of honour is what killed Gilles Villeneuve.

Two weeks before the race at Zolder, he had been leading his teammate, Didier Pironi, in the closing laps of the San Marino Grand Prix at Imola in Italy. The Ferrari code was that the drivers were to hold position at that point in the race, so Villeneuve was caught completely unawares when Pironi dove inside him at the last corner of the last lap and stole the victory.

Photographs taken at the time show Villeneuve extremely upset on the podium. He stayed but a moment and told friends afterward that he would never speak to Pironi again.

In the final qualifying session at Zolder, Pironi set a time a 10th-of-a-second faster than Villeneuve, and the Canadian had gone out in the closing moments of qualifying to try to beat it.

The German driver, Jochen Mass, was on a slowdown lap when Villeneuve came flying up behind him. Somehow, the left front wheel of the Ferrari touched the right rear wheel of Mass's March and the Ferrari was catapulted through the air. The force of the car landing nose-down in the dirt ripped the cockpit seat – with Villeneuve strapped in it – out of the Ferrari monocoque.

The car came to rest in pieces. Villeneuve had been thrown into a fence and was critically injured. He was pronounced dead later in hospital.