Race
Colombian driver Ricardo Londoño was denied a superlicense, was not allowed to participate in official practice, and unable to race.
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Laps | Time/Retired |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | Carlos Reutemann | Williams-Ford | 62 | 2:00:23.66 |
| 2 | 1 | Alan Jones | Williams-Ford | 62 | + 4.44 |
| 3 | 29 | Riccardo Patrese | Arrows-Ford | 62 | + 1:03.08 |
| 4 | 14 | Marc Surer | Ensign-Ford | 62 | + 1:17.03 |
| 5 | 11 | Elio de Angelis | Lotus-Ford | 62 | + 1:26.42 |
| 6 | 26 | Jacques Laffite | Ligier-Matra | 62 | + 1:26.83 |
| 7 | 25 | Jean-Pierre Jarier | Ligier-Matra | 62 | + 1:30.25 |
| 8 | 7 | John Watson | McLaren-Ford | 61 | + 1 lap |
| 9 | 20 | Keke Rosberg | Fittipaldi-Ford | 61 | + 1 lap |
| 10 | 33 | Patrick Tambay | Theodore-Ford | 61 | + 1 lap |
Qualifying
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 5 | Nelson Piquet | Brabham-Ford | 1:35.786 | 1:35.079 |
| 2 | 2 | Carlos Reutemann | Williams-Ford | 1:35.390 | 1:36.000 |
| 3 | 1 | Alan Jones | Williams-Ford | 1:36.337 | 1:36.690 |
| 4 | 29 | Riccardo Patrese | Arrows-Ford | 1:37.231 | 1:36.667 |
| 5 | 15 | Alain Prost | Renault | 1:37.147 | 1:36.670 |
| 6 | 23 | Bruno Giacomelli | Alfa Romeo | 1:38.682 | 1:37.283 |
| 7 | 27 | Gilles Villeneuve | Ferrari | 1:37.975 | 1:37.497 |
| 8 | 16 | René Arnoux | Renault | 1:38.985 | 1:37.561 |
| 9 | 22 | Mario Andretti | Alfa Romeo | 1:37.933 | 1:37.597 |
| 10 | 11 | Elio de Angelis | Lotus-Ford | 1:38.352 | 1:37.734 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
The air hung thick with the scent of damp asphalt and the palpable tension emanating from Jacarepaguá. Reutemann's Brabham BT52, a machine breathing 625 horsepower from its Ford-Patriot engine, navigated the tricky chicane with a precision born of countless kilometers. Jones, piloting an Arrows-Ford, lagged behind, the 351 cubic inch V8 producing a peak of 575 bhp – a significant deficit. The absence of Alan Jones following the race speaks volumes, a silent protest perhaps, against the team's strategic decision, a reflection of a sport grappling with evolving competition and the weight of tradition.
The air hangs thick with the scent of the Atlantic and a palpable tension here at Jacarepaguá. This circuit, a deliberate shift away from the industrial shadows of Interlagos, presents a markedly different challenge – a sweeping, undulating course that favors aggression. A curious statistic emerges: Jones's second-place finish represents the second time in eleven Grands Prix that an Arrows car has occupied the podium. The growing disparity in points between Brabham and Ferrari, currently a gulf of 33 points, speaks volumes about the strategic battles being waged across the grid.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
The air hangs thick with the scent of burning rubber and a palpable disbelief. Reutemann, a masterful hand on the wheel, crosses the line, victory snatched from the jaws of Jones. A curious silence descends upon the paddock, a void where the Australian's expected presence should be. This, then, is the second race of the season, and a familiar dynamic unfolds – a champion's deference, a teammate's absence. The shift to Jacarepaguá, you see, echoes the political unrest simmering across South America; a nation grappling with its identity, mirroring perhaps, the shifting allegiances within this very sport. Jones's refusal to accept the podium speaks volumes, doesn't it? A silent protest against a system, a team, a world.
The rain in Rio, a persistent, sullen grey, mirrored the mood hanging over the paddock. A palpable tension, thick as the damp air, clung to the Williams garage. The Argentine's victory, achieved by deliberately disregarding a direct order, felt less like triumph and more like a calculated, almost theatrical, statement. Jones's silence, a deliberate refusal to acknowledge the outcome, was a gesture of defiance, a crack in the carefully constructed façade of team harmony. The Interlagos circuit had always been a cauldron of rivalry, but this, this felt different. The weight of the world, it seemed, was pressing down on the sport, a feeling not lost on those present.