INDY 500
During 1976, Porsche scored its third victory at the 24 Hours of Le Mans, the European race of greatest interest to the brand’s all-important North American sales market. Porsche had flaunted its engineering skills in the Can-Am series, besting the all-conquering McLarens, but what could it do for an encore? Specifically, what else could Porsche do to please its present and potential buyers in the USA? A four-cornered oval racetrack in Indiana beckoned.
The appeal of the Indianapolis 500 proved irresistible — Porsche could hardly ignore the attraction of an historic event monopolising the attention of America’s racing enthusiasts for the entire month of May. Jo Hoppen, Porsche’s racing representative in the US, was lobbying strongly for participation at Indy, not necessarily with a Porsche race car, but certainly with a Porsche engine.
Accordingly, a small but influential delegation from Weissach and Zuffenhausen arrived in Indiana in mid-May 1977 to have a first-hand look at the Indy phenomenon. Manfred Jantke and Helmut Flegl flew to Indianapolis, accompanied by Hoppen. Jantke was Porsche’s public relations and sports director, while Flegl was an engineer whose curriculum vitae included the Can-Am 917, the 936 and the 928 road car. Their ostensible link with the Speedway doings was Volkswagen of America’s sponsorship of USAC’s Mini-Indy series for Super Vee cars at a time VW was importing Porsche cars. USAC, which was in charge of the Indy rulebook, arranged convenient accommodation for the Porsche men and placed a motorcycle at their disposal for the commute to the track.
In Gasoline Alley, the trio were taken under the wing of Leo Mehl, the gregarious and popular Goodyear racing chief. Any effort to keep their presence low-key was doomed to failure. Word quickly spread Porsche people were at the Speedway. Anthony Joseph Foyt, a three-time winner of the 500, didn’t beat around thewere simply having a look around out of curiosity, he asked if Porsche intended to participate in the Indy 500. When Jantke and Flegl protested they didn’t know if it was even a possibility, the pugnacious Foyt looked Flegl in the eye and laid down the gauntlet. “You come, we race you!” he said.
