For almost the entire distance of the 1970 Monaco Grand Prix, Jack Brabham was going to win. The Australian, three times World Champion and founder of his own car-building enterprise, had driven a controlled, measured race through the streets of the principality. Jochen Rindt, his closest pursuer in the Lotus 72, had been unable to close the gap. With one lap remaining, the victory seemed certain.
Brabham was on his final lap. He came through Casino Square, down through Mirabeau, around the Loews hairpin and onto the seafront. He had done this eighty times already that afternoon. One more time and the race was his. Into the final corner — the right-hander before the pit straight, the old Gasworks hairpin — Brabham arrived a fraction wide. His Brabham BT33 ran onto the painted road surface at the apex, the tyres lost adhesion, and the car pushed wide into the barriers.
Jochen Rindt, who had been right behind and had seen none of this coming, was suddenly through and into the lead. He crossed the finish line to win. Brabham, his car still running, was classified second. He had been perhaps ten metres from victory when it was taken from him by a fraction of a degree of steering.
The images of Brabham climbing from his car, helmet in hand, the understanding of what had just happened crossing his face, are among the most poignant in the sport's history. He was 44 years old. He would retire from driving at the end of the season. Monaco 1970 was as close as he got to his fourth victory at the circuit.