Report
Andrea de Cesaris jumped from third to first at the start, overtaking Alain Prost and Patrick Tambay , and de Cesaris began to build up a lead on Prost who faced pressure from the Ferraris behind him. After initially challenging Tambay for the last podium place, René Arnoux began to fall back and was caught by Nelson Piquet with Keke Rosberg following a short distance back in 6th. Piquet got a good exit out of La Source, and powered down the hill to overtake Arnoux before Eau Rouge, leaving him ... Meanwhile, Piquet and Tambay switched positions after their stops. Piquet's pit crew managing a 15.2 second stop, refueling included, for an overcut . De Cesaris's sluggish pit stop would come to be the prologue for his retirement when injection problems made him pull up on the side of the road on lap 25. Piquet inherited second place, with Tambay close on his trails, less than 3 seconds behind. Eddie Cheever who climbed his way from 8th emerged behind them eager to attack the podium positions. ...
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Tyre | Laps |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 15 | Alain Prost | Renault | M | 40 |
| 2 | 27 | Patrick Tambay | Ferrari | G | 40 |
| 3 | 16 | Eddie Cheever | Renault | M | 40 |
| 4 | 5 | Nelson Piquet | Brabham-BMW | M | 40 |
| 5 | 1 | Keke Rosberg | Williams-Ford | G | 40 |
| 6 | 2 | Jacques Laffite | Williams-Ford | G | 40 |
| 7 | 35 | Derek Warwick | Toleman-Hart | P | 40 |
| 8 | 36 | Bruno Giacomelli | Toleman-Hart | P | 40 |
| 9 | 11 | Elio de Angelis | Lotus-Renault | P | 39 |
| 10 | 34 | Johnny Cecotto | Theodore-Ford | G | 39 |
Qualifying
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 15 | Alain Prost | Renault | 2:04.615 | 2:34.212 |
| 2 | 27 | Patrick Tambay | Ferrari | 2:04.626 | 2:35.036 |
| 3 | 22 | Andrea de Cesaris | Alfa Romeo | 2:04.840 | 26:06.800 |
| 4 | 5 | Nelson Piquet | Brabham-BMW | 2:05.628 | 3:01.465 |
| 5 | 28 | René Arnoux | Ferrari | 2:05.737 | 2:30.961 |
| 6 | 6 | Riccardo Patrese | Brabham-BMW | 2:06.137 | 3:01.358 |
| 7 | 9 | Manfred Winkelhock | ATS-BMW | 2:06.264 | 2:44.663 |
| 8 | 16 | Eddie Cheever | Renault | 2:07.294 | 2:25.700 |
| 9 | 1 | Keke Rosberg | Williams-Ford | 2:07.975 | 2:30.151 |
| 10 | 29 | Marc Surer | Arrows-Ford | 2:08.587 | 2:35.016 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
A haze of Ardennes rain clung to Spa, a silver shroud mirroring the tension etched across the faces of the drivers. The second attempt to launch this race, a brutal baptism for the revised circuit – a beast of 40 laps – began with a surge from Andrea de Cesaris. His Renault, a 1. 5 liter V6 engine humming with 220 horsepower, exploited a fractionally looser line through the Eau Rouge complex, a calculated gamble against the Ferrari's famed grip. This was no mere race; it was a declaration of intent, a test of steel against the very bones of this historic track.
Thirty-seven attempts to ignite the engines, a frustrating ballet of caution lights and damp asphalt. A curious statistic emerged: Renault, despite a single victory, held a disproportionate influence, securing three podium finishes – a testament to their engineering tenacity. Young Thierry Boutsen, a name then largely unknown, navigated the treacherous circuit with a boldness that foreshadowed a brilliant career, securing a valuable third place and instantly etching his name into the Spa legend.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
The rain, a venomous grey, hadn't relented. De Cesaris's Ferrari, a snarling beast of crimson, roared past, snatching the lead from Prost's Renault. A brief, brutal ballet of metal and water – the scent of ozone and damp asphalt thick in the air. A collective intake of breath from the crowd, a primal surge of anticipation. That first lap, a testament to raw speed and calculated aggression. Prost, momentarily stunned, wrestled his car back, a shadow of the brilliance he'd displayed earlier. The Spa mist, clinging to the circuit, seemed to whisper of legendary battles fought and won.
The rain, a sullen grey drape across the Ardennes, mirrored the apprehension in Jean-Pierre Narby's eyes as he adjusted the Renault's telemetry. A veteran of countless Spa battles, he understood the capricious nature of this circuit, the way it could swallow a promising lead with a single, watery misstep. Prost, ever the stoic, simply tightened his grip on the wheel, a subtle shift betraying the intense concentration simmering beneath. You could almost *hear* the whispers of Senna and Hunt echoing through the pitlane, ghosts of a fierce rivalry now absent, yet perpetually present in the damp air. A nervous energy, palpable even to a seasoned observer, hung heavy – the weight of expectation, the promise of a new era, and the unsettling feeling that this Spa, this race, would be defined by a single, fleeting moment. The start, predictably, was a brutal ballet of controlled aggression, a test of nerve and precision.