When Mario started racing on dirt ovals around Nazareth in 1959 in an old Hudson, he was not the only racing Andretti. His twin brother, Aldo, competed on the same tracks indeed in the same car. Unfortunately, an accident put a premature end to Aldo's career. Mario, however, kept on. On a single autumn day in 1963 he won three midget races on 2 separate tracks. In 1964 he began competing in USAC sprint car and Indy car races. He had the maturity to turn down and Indianapolis 500 ride that year, feeling that he needed more racing experience. When he did enter the Big Race for the first time the next year, he took third and Rookie of the Year honors.

Mark Twain is said to have agreed with the aphorism that if at first you don't succeed, try, try again, with the qualification that after that you should quit - there's no sense making a damn fool of yourself. Andretti achieved success at Indy early (for him), winning it on his 5th try in 1969. After that he tried and tried for more than 20 years to win it a second time, but was never again successful. He was actually declared the winner briefly one year following some scoring confusion, but the race was ultimately awarded to Bobby Unser. Andretti's Indianapolis career may not be evidence cited by those who believe that dogged persistence always pays off. But it is a testament to his versatility and completeness as a driver that he is not remembered today as the poor sucker who beat his head in vain against the brickyard all those years, but rather for his wide ranging success almost everywhere including Indianapolis.

Andretti was already a Daytona 500 winner, Sebring winner, 2-time USAC champion and 4-time Indianapolis 500 competitor when he entered his first F1 race. It was in 1968 at Watkins Glen in a Lotus 49B, and it promised great things, to say the least. Much to the chagrin of his competitors he took pole position. Oh, sure, they said. Its his home track. Actually he had never driven at the Glen before. Unfortunately, in the race he DNFed as his Lotus more or less fell apart under him. He DNFed away his whole 1969 season, a grand total of 3 races. Of course, that year he was busy elsewhere, winning the 500, the USAC championship for a third time and the Pikes Peak Hill Climb.

During many of his F1 years, Andretti was a Concorde commuter, shuttling back and forth across the Atlantic at a dizzying pace in order to compete both in Grands Prix and in USAC events. This necessarily caused him to miss some F1 races each season through 1972, eliminating any chance at the championship. In 1970 he started 5 F1 races in a March, in the process logging his first finish in a championship race: a third at Spain. At South Africa in 1971, in his first time out in a Ferrari, he won his first race. He immediately followed this up by winning both heats of the non-championship Questor Grand Prix at Ontario, a Frankenstein race that pitted F1 cars against U.S. Formula 5000 machines. The remainder of '71 and the '72 season saw him compete in 9 more races for Ferrari with only mediocre results.

Prior to 1976 one might have wagered money that, should Andretti be destined to achieve great things in F1, considering his background the fates would decree that it be with the Prancing Horse of Maranello. Curiously, though, this was not to be. He left Ferrari at the end of 1972, and when a 2 year ride (he skipped the '73 season to concentrate on USAC events) in the eminently forgettable Parnelli evaporated with that team early in '76, it was back to Lotus that he turned for his next F1 opportunity. Andretti's hook-up with Colin Chapman at Long Beach was a godsend to both. The then out-of-luck Andretti eventually got a fabulous car - the ground effects Lotus 79 - with which to win the '78 championship. The then out-of-luck Chapman got a no-nonsense driver with the critical eye and gritty determination required to shake out both Team Lotus and its suspect cars.

Andretti declared the 1976 Lotus 77 to be a dog, but won a pole and race with it anyway, both at Japan. In 1977 Chapman pulled out of his magic hat the Lotus 78, the first real "wing car." Andretti piloted it to victory at Long Beach, and it looked so promising early in the year that people started talking championship for him and Lotus. Its season sank, however, following teething problems with a new version of the Cosworth engine.

The 78 carried Andretti and Lotus through the first 5 races of 1978 gaining him 1 victory. Zolder was the debut of the Lotus 79, the ultimate in ground effects. In an accomplishment reminiscent of the Lotus 49 at Zandvoort 11 years earlier, the 79 took pole and the win its first time out. Andretti kept it up with wins at Spain, France, Germany and Holland. So dominant was Lotus in 1978 that Andretti's major competition for the title was his teammate, SuperSwede Ronnie Peterson. Andretti came to Monza leading Peterson by 12 points. At the start, James Hunt was punted into Peterson by another car. Peterson's car in turn hit the Armco heavily and burst into flames. The race was red-flagged as Hunt, Patrick Depailler, Clay Regazzoni and race marshals worked bravely to free Peterson.

The accident had been frightening to witness, but Peterson was taken away to the hospital with only severely broken legs and minor burns. Andretti made the second start thinking that his teammate was going to be OK. After chasing down Gilles Villeneuve and finishing first on the track, Andretti was relegated to sixth for jumping the restart. This was sufficient, though, under the circumstances, to clinch the championship.

At first Peterson's injuries appeared to be survivable, but the severe trauma to his legs caused blood clots to form in his circulatory system. He died the next morning. Needless to say, this tragedy doused much of Andretti's immediate enjoyment of his triumph. With the passage of time, however, Monza 1978, though it is certainly remembered as a dark day in Grand Prix history, is now equally well remembered as the day that Mario Andretti became only the second American to capture the World Driving Championship.

Some may argue that Andretti rode the phenomenal 79 to his championship. But it should be remembered that the 79, like most of Chapman's cars, existed just this side of the line dividing the unconquerable from the undriveable. Merely setting up a Lotus was often enough to drive strong men to distraction. Andretti joined Moss, Clark, Graham Hill, Rindt, Fittipaldi and Peterson in the select group possessing sufficient skill to bring schizophrenic Lotus machinery to near its full potential.

Andretti had won his last F1 race. He competed for 4 more seasons, 2 with Lotus, 1 with Alfa Romeo, and 3 races in 1982 with Williams and, once again, Ferrari. At Monza that year, his next to last F1 race, he very authoritatively put his Ferrari on the pole to the delight of the tifosi, amongst who's ranks he had once been numbered. Typical Andretti - going out with class.

At 42 Andretti was a little long in the tooth for an F1 driver, but his racing career was far from over. For more than a decade he continued to threaten a second victory at Indy. He had the privilege of going wheel-to-wheel with his son, Michael, in Indy cars. In 1992 at the age of 52 he captured a 230 mph pole at Michigan International Speedway. Driving high performance race cars is a severe physical and psychological challenge. Just going at very high speed inflicts extreme stress on a driver's body. Many wondered how long Andretti would continue, or, for that matter, how he had continued for so long.

Andretti's Italian-American drawl and legendary coolness behind the wheel hid a fierce competitive spirit. It is possible that no other driver in the history of motor racing has had as much success while simultaneously having to put out as much effort for that success. Andretti's physical and mental makeup were perfectly suited, as perhaps no other driver's has been, to the demands of racing. Through all those years and all those trials Andretti was never petulant, juvenile or devious, which is a great deal more than can be said for a lot of other top rank drivers in the Grand Prix pressure cooker. Sure he could lose his temper on occasion. Making your living at 170 mph will cause that. But his behavior was invariably a credit to his profession.