TG: What do you remember of the first time you met Fangio?
MA: I was at Donnington, he was doing an exhibition run with one of the W196 Mercedes. Of course I just had to meet him. It was very brief, but then after I had won the Argentine Grand Prix, I was invited to the opening of Fangio’s museum there, along with Stirling Moss. So he, Stirling and I stayed up talking until 3 in the morning in his studio, and they were just mesmerized with how much I knew about their careers. Most of the modern racing drivers at that time hadn’t been as well-versed in the history of these guys, and I just had so much knowledge about their careers. They were at the top during my most impressionable years. They couldn’t believe I knew so many of the particulars of their lives. It was a little bit of a mutual admiration society, as at the time I had been winning quite a lot on Formula 1.
TG: So to back up a bit, you emigrate to America in 1955 at age 15, what was your family driving at the time?
MA: The first car my Dad bought was a 1946 Ford, and about a year later he bought a ’51 Buick, and then two years later our first new car was a ’57 Chevy. That was the car that made us terrors around the neighborhood.
TG: Did you modify the Chevy?
MA: Oh, we were always doing something to that car. Glasspack muffler, you know, fuel injection. All these things my father asked, “Why are we doing this? What do these parts do?” and our excuse was always that it gave the car better gas mileage. “Dual exhausts pick up at least 4 more miles to the gallon.” My dad was not an aficionado of the sport by any means, he didn’t want to understand any of that stuff, but we did.
TG: So was that the first car you started racing?
MA: No, no that was just the car that we pretended to be the big boys with. We didn’t start racing till 1959, but we started building our first stock car which was a ’48 Hudson to run on the local track in 1957. The objective was to have the car finished for 1961, at which point we would have been legal to race at age 21. You know, professional racing with prize money. In those days you had to be 21, legally, to race in any sanctioned event because of the insurance. But we finished the car when we were 19, in 1959, so we had a local newspaper editor who was a friend of ours fudge the birthdays on our driver’s licenses. So all of a sudden we became 21.
By the time I was 23 on my license, I had a hell of a time trying to convince everyone that I was actually 21. Nobody would believe us!
TG: Was that quite common to lie about your age to get into racing back then?
MA: Probably. You didn’t have computers in those days, so you could get away with it really easily. It could have been disastrous actually. At the end of that first ’59 season, at the very last race, Aldo had a huge accident during the qualifying heat. He ended up hospitalized in a coma, and the chief of police started investigating the crash for some reason, and he came to me and asked how old Aldo was.
“Twenty-one, just like I am. He’s my twin brother.” So he demands to see my license to prove it, takes one look at it and obviously can tell that it’s fake. But he knew that if my brother was known to be under 21, the race insurance wouldn’t have covered his medical bills or the crash or anything, so he handed the license back to me and just says: “21, huh?” And then went on his way.