Time Magazine Cover: The Inner World of the Quickest Man on Wheels

Five weeks after trouncing the competition at the Indianapolis 500, Jim Clark received a recognition no other racing driver is ever likely to enjoy.
On July 7, 1965, Jim Clark was featured on the cover of Time Magazine, then the largest and most influential news magazine in the world.

By John Spilker

Five weeks after trouncing the competition at the Indianapolis 500, Jim Clark received a recognition no other racing driver is ever likely to enjoy.

On July 7, 1965, Jim Clark was featured on the cover of Time Magazine, then the largest and most influential news magazine in the world. Undoubtedly, the cover was the result of being the first foreigner to win Indy in almost 50 years.

Sure, drivers are on the cover of magazines all the time. So why was this cover out of the ordinary? I believe Time recognized Jim Clark as someone who not only was the best in his sport, but saw him as someone who was transforming the sports world.

Time informed its influential readers that Jim Clark was a new breed of a sports personality. He was a handsome farmer, a highly-paid athlete, astute businessman, and a world traveler who on occasion had tea with the Queen. Like the Beatles, he was chased by girls. And if that wasn’t enough, he had a model girlfriend who timed his laps. For Americans, he had moved car racing well beyond the image of the hotrodder in greasy overalls. Clark was the prototype of a global professional athlete we would see more of in the coming years.

The stars were well aligned in Clark’s favor when he won the Indy 500. His rise to fame occurred at a time when the auto industry was king and motor racing was growing fast. Better still, half the U.S. population was under 40 and eager to buy its first car.

Today’s business world is ruled by computer tech. But back in 1965 General Motors, Exxon, and Ford dominated. With the car culture firmly rooted, it was no coincidence that auto races like Indy attracted record crowds in excess of 250,000 spectators. And the baby-boomer generation was starting to flex its buying power. Lots of engines were revving on and off the track.

Little wonder the big auto companies were trying to drive a connection with auto racing. Several American cars were named after famous race tracks including the Pontiac LeMans, Corvair Monza, and Dodge Monaco.

Time devoted its highly prized cover to more than celebrities. That was the job of its sister publication Life Magazine. A former Time Managing Editor said, anything within the red borders of the Time cover “is worth knowing”. Above all, the magazine revered “innovation and ingenuity” and followed the dictum of Scottish philosopher Thomas Carlyle that history is the biography of great men.

The Time cover was typically graced by world leaders, dictators, generals, Nobel scientists, and artists deemed ahead of their time. In 1965, only one other athlete made the cover of Time — football legend Jim Brown, who remains one of the best ever, The Beatles wouldn’t be featured on the cover until 1967 with the release of the groundbreaking Sgt. Pepper’s album. Until then, millions of record sales and screaming girls weren’t enough for Time.

The Time cover shows a pensive, “inner-directed” Jim Clark — not the smiling person we were used to seeing. The cover was designed by Austrian painter Henry Koerner, an artist noted for magic realism — a realistic view of the modern world that also possesses magical elements. Time could have simply run with a Sports Illustrated-style photo of Jim Clark in the Indy Winner’s Circle. Instead, it focused on the deeper Jim Clark sitting in his car (probably in the French countryside).

The caption is also interesting —The Quickest Man in the World — not the fastest. Quick implies speed, but it also suggests intelligence or brilliance. The fastest driver could simply be the most reckless. The article emphasized that he was anything but reckless. He was the professional’s professional.

The article describes a person who thinks and feels at a different level. Clark explains his driving style: “I’m putting myself through that corner. The car happens to be under me and I’m driving it, but I’m part of it and it’s part of me.”

Don Frey of the Ford Indy teams called Clark “the epitome” of a racing driver. “His greatest asset is his imperturbability. When he was five or ten years old, a gyro began spinning somewhere inside him and he became his own standard maker. He’s inner-directed. He lives in his own world.”

The article doesn’t lead with Indy. Instead, it focuses on the start of the 1965 French Grand Prix at Clermont-Ferrand (about a week after Indy) where Clark was forced to race in his four-year-old backup car after an accident caused by a mechanical failure damaged his primary car. After one lap, Clark already had an insurmountable lead. “C’est formidable!” said one Frenchman. “c’est terminé,” said another.

By the end of the race, “the only thing (Jim Clark) could see in his rearview mirror was his own face,” Time wrote.

Clark was portrayed as a natural athlete, “His reflexes are so fast that he could probably pluck a fly out of midair.” He was described as shy and “can’t get it out of his head that he is a celebrity.” He didn’t cash in his celebrity status. “I don’t want to be bandied about like some blooming soap powder.”

There’s only one place in the world where he finds peace. “Actually, the only time I’m relaxed is when I’m behind the wheel,” he said.

As far as I can tell, no other driver until Ayrton Senna in 1994 was on the cover of Time. And he only made if after his tragic death. By then, Time was just another news magazine struggling for relevance as the digital world was taking shape. Today, the magazine’s circulation has dropped by at least a third and it is owned by a Silicon Valley billionaire — Marc Benioff of Salesforce.com fame, who has the money to keep the magazine going.

The article doesn’t tell Jim Clark fans anything they didn’t know. But it does offer a small glimpse of why he was deemed the best and how he was leading something bigger than himself. I found a copy on eBay for a few dollars. I also got an electronic copy for free from my local library going through Inter-Library Loans.

The Car that Jim Clark Drives!

Auto writer Tom McCahill reviews the Lotus Elan S2 coupe in the May 1966 issue of Mechanix Illustrated. As the title says, this is The Car that Jim Clark Drives!

By Tom McCahill
Mechanix Illustrated
May 1966

Auto writer Tom McCahill reviews the Lotus Elan S2 coupe in Mechanix Illustrated (May 1966). As the title says, this is The Car that Jim Clark Drives!Two years ago I brought you a test of the Lotus Elan 1600 roadster. This little wheel-twirler is the brainchild of a character named Colin Chapman from Isle of Blighty. Though little was known about Lotus products (except by the true-blue buffs) when we did our first test, the picture has since been altered considerably.

Jim Clark, a part-time Scots sheepherder, stunned the old guard by snatching the big Indianapolis purse in 1965 at record speed with less effort than talking a barfly into a free drink. Way back in ’63 Clark started heads spinning at Indy when he wound up in second place. It was conceded by many experts that if the ’63 Indy clambake hadn’t had close to an hour of caution-light running, which gave the old Offys time to cool off, Clark would have taken that pot pie, too.

Jim Clark in 1965 Lotus Elan ad
Jim Clark in 1965 Lotus Elan ad

In 1964 he was running well ahead of the pack when peeling tires damaged the rear axle assembly, knocking him out of the race. On the blue-blood Formula 1 circuit, of course, young James in his Lotus won the World Championship for drivers twice, the last time in 1965.

Now the buyer who sidles up to a Lotus dealer and leaves with a new Lotus coupe (full handle: Lotus Elan S2 coupe‒phew!) won’t have a potential Indianapolis winner by any stretch of the imagination but he will have a first cousin plus some of the important goodies that have made Lotus so outstanding. And-more to the point for our story-the owner, now almost $5,000 lighter, will know that he’s driving the same car that Jim Clark spins through the sheep pastures when he’s back home, which isn’t often. You can bet, though, that the Flying Scot doesn’t drop five grand for one of these bombs. More likely that Colin has to pay him a bob a mile to drive it since Lotus turns a neat trick by putting “The Car That Clark Drives” in all its ads.

Among the clan of real purists, who quite often resemble pickles with deer stalker’s hats, the Lotus coupe will prove to be pure gold and the equal to a reserved seat in heaven. This little bucket, not much larger than a size-12 shoe, has fantastic performance, considering its small engine. Its roadability will match the painted stripes on a road and it has the controlled braking and stopping properties of a cat.

Mechanix Elan Table

Big, deep-breathing comfort, which the Lotus isn’t overloaded with, is not of paramount importance to the purist, who is far more impressed by the little bucket’s instant steering and absolute accuracy in tight bends. During my high-speed tests around the Daytona International Speedway I found the rig to be pretty squirrely on the high banks and coming out of the chutes where a 20-mi. cross-wind was blowing. The entire assembly, which weighs under 1,400 lbs., was not at its best when running flat out with the wind hitting it broadside. In one run I entered the 31° bank close to the bottom lane and, in less time than it takes to sniff, I went up like a kite and just missed touching the guardwall. Top speed was an indicated 119, which broke down to a real 114.4. which is fantastic for a street car powered by an engine not much larger than four vest pockets.

Tom McCahillAll Lotus cars actually are assembly jobs with components coming from different sources. Chapman is not a strict powerplant builder but a reworker and his main talent lies in chassis design. The base engine of the Elan coupe is a four-cylinder English Ford mill. Twin overhead camshafts are added and are driven by a single-stage roller chain. To feed the little beast, a pair of Weber carburetors is employed. Behind the engine and through the main drive train (including the transmission) everything is pure Ford. As you kids know, the Indianapolis-winning Lotus featured a big Ford V -8 engine.

The suspension, which is Chapman’s long suit, is held together by a backbone made of heavily welded pieces of steel that run down the center to hold the assembly together. Fully independent, load-compensating wishbone coil springs are used on all four wheels. When going over rutted roads you get the feeling that the entire rig is on rubber legs. The brakes are disc on all wheels, which is another competition feature. The steering is rack-and-pinion and the four-speed gearbox is synchronized all the way. The final drive ratio is 3.55 to 1.

The legroom for this two-seater is long and narrow but the hanging gas pedal (if you’re tall) might cramp your foot after a few hours at the wheel. One non-competition touch was the fact that this little pea pod sported electric windows. Electric windows are dandy as a luxury touch but not always the greatest things to have in a crash since wires can be broken.

Our test car was driven to us from way up north. Unfortunately, we had only two days with the car but this was long enough to form some definite impressions, especially when tooling it around the countryside. In addition to the Speedway checks, we ran some tests on a still-unopened throughway and over some back country roads and on the beach. For an outsize guy, the biggest problem is how to best get into it.

On many occasions I’ve been confronted by readers who ask, “How in the world did you ever get into such-and-such a car with your bulk?” Naturally they were referring to the midgets. At times I’ve considered giving myself a quick grease job but the thought of the cleaning bill stopped me. Actually, I’ve never had too much trouble getting in but occasionally getting out calls for a minor engineering conference.

The Elan coupe is small but not as small as a lot of cars I’ve been in so I had little trouble getting into the saddle. Paul Whiteman, who is also a blockbuster in size and a small-car buff, once explained it this way: “With some cars you go in headfirst, followed with your right leg and then twist, depending on the door design. In others, you start out feet first, tuck in your head and slide. It’s best to remove your hat first.”

On choppy roads, in spite of its less-than-1,400-lb. weight, the Elan, due to its four-wheel independent suspension, sops up bumps and ruts like a Tampa sponge. Under these conditions, when your store teeth would be popping in an American rig, the Lotus smooths the bumps even when the ruts are deep enough to hide a beagle.

Around the Daytona sports-car course the Lotus was pure joy. You can goof the bends and overcut the turns and still come through right side up.

The exhaust, which sounds like mortar fire in a cellar, will cause the heart of the true buff to rev like crazy, but it also might catch the jaundiced ear of the lawmen, which makes this little tub pure cop bait even at legal speeds.

In traffic-light racing this English miniature will become unpopular with the Lincoln, Cadillac and Imperial set when it whips away from them like a scalded cheetah and gets to 60 in less than eight seconds. It can reach 100 in less than 20. It also will nose-bend the boys in their GTOs and hot Barracudas when they try to stay behind it on twisty mountain roads or typical third-rate highways. This is a car to be appreciated and owned by the true buff and a rig that will be frowned on as a gadget by plump Madam Suburbia.

For the low-tide enthusiast and go-gone man this car, in spite of its true-blue talents, will not be too appealing. For example, the trunk space is at best two toothbrushes-and-one-bottle size, which might bother the traveling dude. Even the ash tray is butt-size and hardly the thing for Panatela Pete.

The instruments are magnificent and make the best from Detroit appear to be pure Mickey Mouse. The body is fiberglass and the headlights are retractable. The windows and windshield are good but the upholstery won’t cause the boys at Bentley any embarrassment. It’s a good three or four notches from great.

Zero to 30 averaged 3 seconds flat and 0 to 50 came out 6.1. Zero to 60 was 7.7 and O to 100 amounted to 19.8. The speedometer error at 60 was practically nonexistent but above 100 it sank quite a bit. Though the speedometer indicated 119, the clocks on several runs proved 114.4 to be actual. Regardless, this should be almost enough for getting Junior to kindergarten on time.

In summing up, Colin Chapman, the father of all Lotus cars and at this writing the most copied, must be rated as one of the greatest competition designers of our time. The Lotus Elan S.2 Coupe with a $4,950 price tag will not have universal appeal. As a family car it fits the bill like an Irish wolfhound in a one-room apartment. As stated at the outset, this is a car for the true connoisseur and purist–which means sales will be limited. The Chapman genius has been carried through many designs and for many purposes but its basic meaning in all is to win races. Many of Chapman’s ideas could be adapted to a more usable family car with some modifications but I have a feeling that if the car can’t qualify for competition Colin Chapman might say to hell with it.

If you’ve got the cap, the driving coat and the gloves, and the face of a pickle, plus 4,950 clams-go out and buy one. I’m sure you will both be happy about. it for a long time. If you’re just a halfway-up-the-mast connoisseur with an unappreciative nagging wife-give it some thought–she might fracture your skull. It’s a great piece of machinery for what it is. My advice: make sure you know what you are before buying.

Jim Clark: But You’ve Got to Finish to Win

For some years now,  saloon car racing has been as popular with spectators as any other form of motor racing.I  think there are two main reasons for this. First, in saloon car racing the spectator can identify the cars with those used on the road—and can to a certain extent identity himself with the drivers. But the second—and main—reason for its popularity is the spectacular way in which the cars corner and perform.

Note: I was unable to find an existing text version of this article. The image I found of the printed article was hard to read so I transcribed it to better understand Jim Clark’s thoughts. Please note the article referred to the Cortina-Lotus and not the more familiar Lotus-Cortina brand. 

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By Jim Clark
The Ford Times magazine (U.K. edition), 1964

For some years now,  saloon car racing has been as popular with spectators as any other form of motor racing.

I  think there are two main reasons for this. First, in saloon car racing the spectator can identify the cars with those used on the road—and can to a certain extent identity himself with the drivers. (Quite often there is a genuine partisanship displayed by spectators, who cheer on their own particular make of car.)

But the second—and main—reason for its popularity is the spectacular way in which the cars corner and perform.

Part of the excitement undoubtedly stems from the stringent regulations governing the of saloon racing cars, which keep them within their various classes at a relatively equal potential.

Another point is the fact that, in most cases, the car reaches its limits before the driver reaches his. This is not so much the case in Grand Prix racing, where driver and car alike are driving on a finely balanced limit all the time.

I am often asked to compare saloon car racing with Formula Grand Prix racing. This I always find difficult because. although in both cases the aim is to get the car around the circuit as quickly as possible, the techniques are very different.

With an F1 car, everything is developed to the limit. Independent suspensions are used for roadholding, multi-speed gearboxes are the rule, high-revving engines with a narrow range are fitted, and so on.

The consequent margins for error are very small indeed, and one needs a very fine touch to guide a car, even with good roadholding, through a corner on the limit.

In a saloon car, however, with its comparatively reduced roadholding and brakes, it is easier for a driver to find the limit of the car. Although I firmly believe that a driver will show up in any form of racing, I feel that the differences are not likely to be so great in a saloon car race as, say in F1.

I have often watched saloon car races myself, of course, and like everyone else I have been thrilled—if not a little scared—at times. I don’t mind saying I entered my first full season of saloon car racing with mixed feelings.

However, I think that in saloon car events—as, indeed; in all forms of racing—things look more dangerous from the grandstand than they do from the driving-seat.

Whether driving or watching saloon car races, I never cease to be amazed at the punishment and work these production cars will stand. Let’s face it, there is very little one can alter on these cars to strengthen them for such severe tests.

You can never win a race without finishing, and in my first seven races which counted towards the 1964 saloon car championship, I never had a moment’s doubt about the car’s ability to finish. The Cortina-Lotus is a first class example of a production road car with the qualities which make a world-beating racing saloon.

For me, the acid test of this car’s toughness and reliability was the 1964 Sebring 12-hour endurance race for sports and GT cars.

As I was in America at the time for preliminary tests at Indianapolis, I was invited to go to Sebring to drive a Cortina-Lotus in the 250-km saloon car race. After finishing third overall (first in the class) to a Galaxie and Falcon, and having had a tremendous dice with Dan Gurney (my Indianapolis team-mate) in another Cortina, we decided to enter the car in the 12-hour endurance race.

We had very little time to prepare the car, and our only practice consisted of the final night session. My co-driver for the event was our chief mechanic on Cortinas—Ray Parsons— who had done a bit of test-driving with the car in England.

On reflection, our chances of success in a GT race with a saloon car looked remote. In our class were four of the very fast new works GTZ Alfa Romeos, as well as the usual Porsche contingent. In the bigger classes, we were sharing the track with such cars as the 4-liter works Ferraris.

Despite one or two interesting incidents, the Cortina came in second in class behind one of the GTZs, This proved to me that the car not only had speed but stamina too, for during the race we never eased off.

Since that day I have had a great deal of respect for the Cortina . . .  and this driver/ car confidence is essential to any success in any form of motor racing.  With confidence in this car, the saloon racing driver can use his skill to the full without having to hold himself back.

With the Cortina, for example, I make full use of the car’s astonishing ability to comer on three Wheels—even at speeds in of 100 mph. This is a great advantage on certain corners where knowing that the inside front wheel is off the ground. one can steal a few vital inches off the grass verge with absolute confidence.

The technique is one of many that are exclusive to saloon car racing, and which help to give it special excitement for both spectator and driver. If one were to try to apply the same techniques to Grand Prix racing, the effects’ might be spectacular but almost certainly slower!

For this reason, and the others I have mentioned, saloon car and Grand Prix racing are almost two different worlds. But without this difference, and the thrills and skills peculiar to each. motor racing as a sport would distinctly poorer.


1966 Indy 500 Tickets Featuring Jim Clark in his Lotus 38

Jim Clark in his Lotus 38 adorned the 1966 Indianapolis 500 tickets having won the race the previous year. Indy tickets are indeed colorful.

The Indianapolis 500 bills itself as “The Greatest Spectacle in Racing”.  So it’s not surprising that Indy tickets in themselves are out of the ordinary. The 1966 ticket featured defending Indy 500 winner Jim Clark in his Lotus 38.

With a price tag of $5 for general admission, racing fans got a great deal. I remember paying about $7 to see the Canadian Grand Prix in 1968. Grandstand seating was substantially more expensive.

The ticket above was auctioned on Ebay. I believe the asking price was in the $2,000 range, possibly because it appeared to be unused. If only $2,000 could take us back to that day