“The repercussions of an accident of that nature could be the total ban of motor racing in several countries.”
It was avoided thanks to F1 drivers’ professionalism as, amazingly, the race was completed in full. Yet it owed also to luck, as Stewart could recount in particular.
“I hit a dog that had inexplicably strayed onto the track,” he recalled in his autobiography; “it had looked the size of an elephant from where I was sitting. I must have been travelling at 160mph.
And that was just the beginning. “The car veered violently to the left,” JYS continued, “towards a bank where spectators were sitting cross-legged a few metres from the tarmac. I only just managed to regain control and prevent my car from ploughing into that area.
“Nobody has ever said much since, but I know how perilously close I came to being at the centre of a major disaster.”
As for the actual motor race, it was a contest of three between Stewart in his new – fast but still unreliable – Tyrrell and the Ferrari pair Ickx and Clay Regazzoni.
This also was Jack Brabham’s final grand prix, and he showed his potency remained aged 44 by qualifying fourth and running third until his engine went.
Stewart lost a lap early on getting a loose steering column fixed. Still, he provided interest by then edging in on leader Ickx, despite being a lap down, until his calamitous canine encounter.
From then on, Ickx coasted to victory with Regazzoni behind. Yet the crowd did the opposite of wind down in turn, as they “crept closer and closer to the trackside and some fools even took to running backwards and forwards across the track,” Marriott added. “Several drivers had near misses but miraculously no one was injured.
“As the last few laps were run the circuit got progressively narrower as the crowd surged forward. Then, as Ickx took the flag, everyone milled onto the road, completely blocking it, and all the following cars had to screech to a halt as they crossed the line.”
“They say there were 200,000 there, but I think probably more,” Fittipaldi added. “It was crazy, but a kind of wonderful crazy. Still, it was very dangerous…”
“If there is to be another Mexican Grand Prix,” Marriott concluded at the time, “the blind enthusiasm of the spectators will have to be curbed in one way or another, whether by high fences or the butt of the rifle. Meanwhile most people would rather forget Mexico 1970.”
F1 indeed did not return for 16 years.