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Parnelli Jones returns to Indianapolis 500 to commemorate 1963 win

For the 50th anniversary of his victory, the race driver will climb into his celebrated No. 98 roadster and lead 33 cars in a ceremonial lap at the Brickyard.

May 24, 2013|Bill Dwyre
  • Wreath-wearing Parnelli Jones celebrates his victory in the 1963 Indianapolis 500.
Wreath-wearing Parnelli Jones celebrates his victory in the 1963 Indianapolis… (Associated Press )

For a while, when the Indianapolis 500 was as iconically American as stars and stripes and apple pie, its rock star was a California guy named Parnelli Jones.

He symbolized his generation's need for speed. He sat on the pole at Indy and in our frontal lobe of sports heroes. He was 1960s cool. Buzz haircut, cowboy hat, heavy foot. He was handsome, fearless and fast in a car at a time when that made legends. Grease under the fingernails helped too.

It will bother the pre-baby boomers that Jones will turn 80 in August. It will also fascinate them to know that, at times, he is still that rock star. Sunday is the 50th anniversary of Jones' 1963 victory at Indy. Indy has made many wrong turns along the way since, in areas of leadership and marketing, but it deserves credit for celebrating its past.

Saturday morning at the Brickyard, Jones will climb into his famous No. 98 roadster.

"It'll be like putting on an old glove," Jones says.

He will lead 33 cars in the traditional 11 rows of three, the others also '60s roadsters, preserved for times like this. Jones' No. 98 has been in the racing museum at Indy but remains basically the same car he drove across the bricks the winner on May 30, 1963.

This will be ceremonial. Fifty years ago, it was real, 500 miles of speed, endurance, blood and guts. Also controversy.

Late in the race, Jones' car, in the lead, leaked oil and prompted demands he be black-flagged (ordered into the pits).

"There were lots of cars leaking the whole race," Jones says now. "Mine sealed, and I ran the fastest all day on one of my last laps."

Jones was allowed to keep running. When he won, his time was the first-ever finish under 3 1/2 hours, 3:29.35.40.

The next day, at the victory banquet, another driving legend, Eddie Sachs, congratulated Jones and said he should have been disqualified. Sachs claimed he spun in Jones' oil. Jones responded that there had been lots of oil, not just his. They argued. Sachs told Jones to take the first punch. Jones did. Sachs left and returned with his own version of a bandage for his punched mouth — a black-flag handkerchief.

The press loved it. So did Jones.

"He was great for our sport," Jones says now. "He was a talker like Muhammad Ali."

The next year, Jones was on the backstretch on his second lap when he saw the yellow flag come out and looked left.

"It looked like the entire grandstand was on fire," he says. "If there had been an exit on turn 3, I would have taken it."

Dave MacDonald, driving an ill-handling car, had crashed, and his car exploded. Sachs crashed into MacDonald. Sachs died from the impact, MacDonald from burns.

Some fifty laps later, Jones pitted, headed back out to race and saw other crews waving at him to stop. He was on fire.

"I eased the car into the infield and bailed out," he says.

That incident, in which Jones suffered serious but not life-threatening burns, was his worst racing accident. . Jones had good fortune and common sense. He ran at Indy seven years, never started farther back than sixth, finished second in '65 and sixth in his last race in '67 when a bearing broke on his STP Turbine and led 492 of the 1,130 laps he raced at Indy.

"I never really retired," he says. "I just started getting into cars with roll bars."

But he remembers fondly his Indy racing days, the days, when, he says with a chuckle, people talked about "those two great Italian drivers, Andretti and Parnelli."

"In those days, we had fat drivers and skinny wheels," he says. "Now, it's skinny drivers and fat wheels."

Jones still has his real estate office in Torrance and a home in Rolling Hills. Life includes his wife of 46 years, Judy, and four grandchildren.

"Three boys and a girl," he says. "Two go-kart drivers, an ice hockey player and a professional shopper."

At Indy, he is doing book signings. His new one: "As a Matter of Fact, I am Parnelli Jones."

It happened years ago on the Long Beach Freeway. Police officers pulling over speeders in those days tended to use an opening line that said: "Who do you think you are, Parnelli Jones?" Jones' response that day has become a book title.

He was also stopped once in Utah.

"I give him my license," says Jones. "He looks at it, then is on his radio, telling his buddies, 'You're not gonna believe who I just pulled over. This is better than a little red Porsche.'"

Before Sunday's race, Jones will be in the roadster for another lap. It will be ceremonial, of course, but on the back stretch, there will be that itch again, on the bottom of his right foot.

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