He was trapped inside the burning cockpit for over a minute. Fellow drivers Arturo Merzario, Guy Edwards, and Harald Ertl—heroes in their own right—pulled him from the inferno. Lauda had inhaled superheated toxic fumes, searing his lungs and bloodstream. He suffered third-degree burns on his face and scalp. He lost most of his right ear. The last rites were read to him in the hospital. Doctors told Niki Lauda he would be lucky to live. They told him he would never race again.
This wasn’t just a sporting contest. It was a battle between two men who defined the opposing souls of racing: the clinical, calculating Austrian Niki Lauda, and the swashbuckling, instinctive Briton, James Hunt. Going into 1976, Niki Lauda was the reigning champion. Driving for the legendary Ferrari team, he was methodical. He tested tyres until his hands bled, set up his car like a surgeon’s scalpel, and won races by managing risk. He was the future. 1976 formula 1
James Hunt was the rockstar. Driving for the underdog McLaren team, he lived on cigarettes, champagne, and pure talent. He threw his car into corners sideways, charmed the press, and fought with the establishment as often as he fought with other drivers. He was trapped inside the burning cockpit for over a minute
Lauda finished fourth.
