This is our homage to Juan Manuel Fangio:

Juan Manuel Fangio, the immortal master, is already rooted into our memories as a myth, as an ever stronger legend, afar from any comparison or resemblance, having starred innumerable and unforgettable racing feats worldwide.

And beyond these prizes he left the undeletable print of a personality, with its special grace, that has paradoxically led him to a position to remain alive forever, i.e. that of a myth.

He was ahead of his time since his birth date. Due to the usual misunderstandings of those times, his birth was registered with the Civil Registry Office in the City of Balcarce (Argentina) on June 23, 1911, instead of June 24, i.e. the date on which Juan Manuel would always celebrate his birthday, disregarding the date recorded in his identity document, as that was his true birth date.




He was a child of Italian migrants, the Fangios, who had come from Castiglione Messer Marino, and the Deramos, native of Tornarece, both towns being located in the province of Chieti, within the charming Italian region of the Abruzzi. He was given the name Juan because he was born on San John’s day, and his father – a fervent monarchic- gave him the middle name of Manuel paying honours to the King of Italy; he was also affectively known the "chueco" (nock-kneed) by his many fans, because of his bow legs.

El día de su primera comunión

The Loreto Fangio and Herminia Deramo spouses, highly in love to each other and also very young, since he was 19 and she 17, went to live to the countryside, where Mr. Loreto began working as a mason. Meticulously controlling his expenses, he started saving money, a healthy and strong national currency at that time, and little by little he made his family grow. The Fangios came one after another, i.e. first was born José, then came Herminia and afterwards Carmen, Juan Manuel and Celia, to finally arrive Rubén "Toto"(father to Juanmanuelito, who over time would become bi-champion in the United States, under the IMSA series with Toyota.) On its turn, the house built by Mr. Loreto began enlarging with the foundations of a well constituted and estimated household.

At six, Juan Manuel started going to school, where he learned what the unyielding teachers of those times taught to him, i.e. as much as they were able to, without timetables, trying that their pupils may know more than them. At eleven he already worked as an apprentice with an ironworker, to later leave the anvil and begin working with a mechanic workshop, which would enable to start being acquainted with the "infernal machines" from overseas and with all of the advances that had come with them. He washed their parts, watched what each part was for, and looked once and again into their engines being assembled.


At thirteen he started working as a mechanic’s assistant with the Miguel Viggiano’s Studebaker car dealing shop where, coincidentally, racing cars were fitted-up. There Fangio went on extending his knowledge of mechanics and getting trained as a driver, at the wheel of the workshop’s car that he drove to fetch parts from neighbouring towns, running the “road university” that offered a curriculum including all of the necessary subjects for a gifted student to graduate, i.e. dust, mud, and sometimes a lagoon that should be crossed with prays for safety. All of this was the preamble to his first car, his first romance, i.e. a 4-cylinder Overland, bought with his one-year’s salary paid in arrears from the workshop.

After spending almost one year in bed, suffering of pleurisy (which, as his mom knew, could easily become deadly tuberculosis) with his mother steadily accompanying him, he overcame that illness. A few years later the army recruited him as "fit for every service." Afterwards he also devoted to practise football, quite successfully.
Then, at 21, having returned home, encouraged and assisted by some friends and also by his father, who gave him a portion of the plot, he built-up his own workshop consisting of a yard that allowed him to give his first steps. Afterwards he installed another workshop, downtown in the city of Balcarce, always helped out by his friends, whom he always remembered with his much moderate words, "to car racing I owe everything I have, which is a lot. My friends came to me thanks to car racing, since that was how the yarn was born, and then I moved to the workshop. Those were friends who often were much more than friends, which is already much."


Ford V8

And finally the triumphal start. On Saturday October 24, 1936, when his steady friends he got a model 1929 Ford A taximeter and there he went with his “gang” towards the Benito Juárez unpaved racing circuit where, while running third, a connecting rod failed and then he left. And again it were his non-renounceable friends that successively made him return to the circuits, later no longer local circuits but long distances especially on unpaved roads throughout South America.

Satisfactions began to come. His had his first contentment in 1940, i.e. the 9,445 kilometre-long Northern International Grand Prix, which he run on a Chevrolet in 109 hours. This race between Buenos Aires, through the Andean Range, and Lima (Peru), and back again to Buenos Aires, took-up almost two weeks with daily legs. The repairs were performed by driver and co-driver at the end of each exhausting leg. Many victories followed, on these modified American cars, which led to create a persistent trademarks’ irritated rivalry, i.e. "Ford or Chevrolet?," then headed by Oscar Gálvez and Juan Manuel Fangio, respectively. What appeared to be a passionate argument between two great men was the start of a friendship that extended to the end of their lives and that surely is still in force, beyond this world.

Europa está cerca. El Chevrolet en la Vuelta de Pringles de 1948


His friends’ efforts and devotion had already been compensated by his having consecrated himself twice road champion in the years 1940 and 1941, after which, some months later, war would come. Rationalization and lack of tyres led to suspend the races, which compelled to keep the racing cars and all of the crazy adventures on the dusty roads in archives. It was then that Fangio provided some berth for his other field, i.e. business, which he ran so successfully as car racing. He purchased and sold trucks and also second-hand tyres (as import had been closed, you should manage with the elements available.) He visited different towns in his province and managed accomplishing some "feats" that made him highly renowned and respected for his honesty and truthfulness in business. He forgot his mechanic workshop, and felt melancholy for races, eager for struggle and victories to which he would return as soon as the first signal appeared.

And the signal came, the senseless war had come to an end and men were going back for reconstruction. The Automóvil Club Argentino saw the possibility to organize the international seasons for special cars - now known as Formula 1- with the old great drivers worldwide and the Argentine drivers who were looking in amazement at the fabulous jewels that came to the country, on which they had heard so many comments. Until the magic February 6, 1949 arrived, when Oscar Gálvez, driving an Alfa Romeo under a torrential rainfall on the Costanera circuit, set the foundation stone for Argentinean victories. Soon afterwards it was Fangio on a Maserati that also first saw the chequered flag and then the decision was made to proceed beyond the Atlantic ocean.

As supported by the national government, he arrived in Europe to carry his racing on, with a statement that would then become a famous pet phrase "if only I could win once...!"  Without imagining, even, that his wish would be largely satisfied, as in that year, at 37, he accomplished regular successes in the European circuits, which -with his seven victories- might be well have been considered as just another championship, if disputed.

Oscar Gálvez, inaugura la serie de triunfos argentinos, con la tal vez primera publicidad comercial para un auto de carrera.

In 1950 they gave him an Alfa Romeo to drive. Struggling with Nino Farina, his team-mate, he ended as world sub champion, but the seed has already been sown and it would yield excellent fruit. The subsequent year saw Fangio win the first of his five champion's titles, on the 159 Alfa Romeo, where he developed his key move at Pedralbes Catalonian circuit, at the sight of the impressive City of Barcelona, which ended with a remarkable triumph of the "chueco" after a sensational strategic move on the part of Alfa Romeo's engineers upon the quicker and less fuel-consuming Ferraris. Departing from behind the grid, he put his car in the wrong gear and the Maserati he was driving hit onto the kerb and skidded at large.


In 1952 he underwent the worst accident in his career. It was in Monza, where his neck got broken and then he had to resign from the rest of the season. He had promised to run in Monza one day after having run in Belfast, but as he lost his travelling connections Fangio found himself driving alone from Paris the whole night over to arrive at the circuit half an hour before the start of the event. Some later he would laugh saying “I was at two o’clock in Monza, at half past two at the start grid and at three at the hospital."
1951 Pedralbes, Alfa Romeo y el primer título
His reflexes, noticeably diminished by accrued tiredness, prevented him from resuming the car’s drive before it hit onto a ground embankment and did a somersault in the air. Fangio got expelled from his car and would spend a number of hours on the verge of dying. In the subsequent year, 1953, he returned to the cockpit on a Maserati and held the second position at the end of the season.
Mercedes Benz W 196
Fangio always showed a political attitude towards his mechanics, as intended to attract their loyalty. During the Italian Grand Prix practice, he complained of a serious vibration and his mechanics assured him that they would repair that failure overnight. The problem had been completely solved by the race day, while his team-mate Bonetto, upon getting down from his car, would declare that considering the vibration he had borne during the race he had been lucky to have kept his teeth in place. Then Fangio realized that his mechanics had changed the car numbers overnight! And he also realized that they had given the vibrating Fangio’s to his team-mate Bonetto.
He laughed at it and said, "non era la tua máchina; era la mia." Juan Manuel always shared a lot of things with "his" friendly mechanics: his prizes, his triumphs, a number of moments at night while they would condition the engines and, essentially, meeting them not only at times of glory.

In 1954 he moved to the Mercedes’ team. Mercedes authorized him to race for Maserati, as Mercedes' cars were being prepared. It was then that he won his second World Championship. Fangio ran twelve Grand Prixes for this trademark, out of which we won eight. This set the start of a series of four champion titles in a row. In 1955 he won again on a Mercedes, with the English Stirling Moss as his team-mate, both of them making-up a sensational couple. He gave Fangio the label of "Master" with the full stress of his admiration, even recognizing that he had learnt more about car driving by following Fangio’s footprints than from his own experience as accrued.

Maserati 250F
The 1956 season started with Fangio linked to Ferrari, with which company he would achieve his fourth champion title. Opposite to any possible thought, Enzo Ferrari did not appreciate Juan Manuel very much, probably because the latter had already won almost all to Ferrari drivers’ expense, and this was something that the Comendatore, a lover of perpetual feuds, would never forgive. Enzo Ferrari pretended to show reverence for Fangio because he had ended as his trademark champion. But he didn’t give up underlining that in order to become champion once more Fangio should drive a Ferrari, without even imagining that one year afterwards, on a Maserati, Juan Manuel would noisily defeat him, specifically as against the best drivers in his team, i.e. Hawrthorn and Collins.

In 1957 he achieved his fifth world crown, wining one of his most memorable races, i.e. the German Grand Prix. Fangio loved and respected the Nurburgring circuit. Driving a light Maserati 250F after undergoing a refuelling problem, he had to come running from behind and with only one lap missing to end the race he was able to overtake the two official Ferraris, which raised his spectators’ and competitors’ amazement about his virtuosism. Mike Hawrthorn, one of the defeated drivers, would always remember that overtaking, "Had I not set myself aside I am sure that the old devil would have ran over me." This let him win afterwards, in February 1958, the annual prize given by the French Sports Academy, for his having performed the most outstanding sports feat worldwide.

In 1958, upon what would amount to be his last race, i.e. the French Grand Prix, he ended fourth and retired. His Maserati 250F was not competitive on that day, and the race leader, Mike Hawthorn, as a signal of respect for the great man who was renowned by his peers as ”the Master” refused to overtake him, which enabled Fangio to cross the line ahead without losing the lap. Getting out of his car after the race, he asked them to accompany to the hospital where his friend Luigi Musso had been taken after undergoing a terrible accident on his Ferrari. As Fangio arrived at the hospital, an understanding doctor, with his hand on Fangio’s shoulder, told him: "Musso is dead, Fangio". Fangio asked authorization to see Musso and without uttering any word told him farewell. He also was telling farewell to races forever.

Fangio died at the age of 84 on July 17, 1995 surrounded by his relatives’ and friends’ affection, and by the love from a country that always adored him. It is probable that his winner’s record against the initiated GP will be never equalled.


UTaC Team
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