Race
This was the last time that Monza was driven for 68 laps. [ citation needed ] From 1971 onwards, the race distance would be 55 laps. It was also the last win for a driver wearing an open-face helmet in Formula One. As of 2024 [update] , this was also the last time all three podium finishers used different tyre brands; Regazzoni used Firestones , Stewart used Dunlops and Beltoise used Goodyears . [ citation needed ]
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Time | Gap |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | Jacky Ickx | Ferrari | 1:24.14 | — |
| 2 | 10 | Pedro Rodríguez | BRM | 1:24.36 | +0.22 |
| 3 | 4 | Clay Regazzoni | Ferrari | 1:24.39 | +0.25 |
| 4 | 18 | Jackie Stewart | March-Ford | 1:24.73 | +0.59 |
| 5 | 6 | Ignazio Giunti | Ferrari | 1:24.74 | +0.60 |
| 6 | 8 | Jackie Oliver | BRM | 1:24.77 | +0.63 |
| 7 | 50 | Jo Siffert | March-Ford | 1:25.09 | +0.95 |
| 8 | 44 | Jack Brabham | Brabham-Ford | 1:25.39 | +1.25 |
| 9 | 30 | Denny Hulme | McLaren-Ford | 1:25.47 | +1.33 |
| 10 | 14 | John Surtees | Surtees-Ford | 1:25.56 | +1.42 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
The air at Monza tasted of grief, didn't it? Regazzoni's victory felt… hollow, considering the circumstances. Those Ferrari 3 liters were churning out a respectable 280 bhp – a significant advantage over the Tyrrells' Matra engines, which were struggling to break 240. Stewart's second place, while impressive, was built on a chassis nearing its twilight, a March desperately clinging to performance as the manufacturer shifted its focus.
The air hangs thick with grief, doesn't it? Monza feels…wrong. Regazzoni's victory, a clean, almost sterile triumph, sits uneasily atop this tragedy. Sixty-eight laps completed – a number that suddenly seems grotesquely abundant, considering the circumstances. Observe this: Ferrari secured their third win of the season, but only achieved it after a statistically improbable shift in the points standings. Clay's 37. 33 seconds advantage over Stewart, a margin that would have been considered a colossal leap at Monza, now feels almost…absurd.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
The rain hadn't stopped, of course. It never truly does around Monza, does it? Regazzoni wrestled the Dino across the line, a grim victory painted in grey. But the air… the air was thick with the scent of regret, specifically, the lingering ghost of Rindt. You could practically hear the whispers – a contract renegotiation brewing between Ferrari and the late driver's family, a desperate attempt to capitalize on a tragedy. Stewart, ever the strategist, was already assessing the Tyrrell's future, knowing this March chassis was nearing its end, and the Matra engine, a fickle beast. A lot of money, a lot of souls, all swirling around this soaked asphalt.
The rain hadn't touched Monza that day, a cruel mockery, wasn't it? Rindt's ghost hung heavier than the Italian summer air, you could practically taste the regret clinging to the asphalt. Regazzoni, a man of quiet calculation, seemed almost…detached, accepting the victory with a curt nod. Stewart, predictably, was a storm of controlled frustration, muttering something about Tyrrell's suspension—a familiar lament. Beltoise, bless his Matra heart, simply drove, a stoic counterpoint to the simmering tension. You sensed a palpable shift in the paddock, a collective holding of breath. The question wasn't just about the race, but about how the sport would carry on, burdened by loss.