Race
The win, Piquet's second in succession, extended his lead over Senna in the Drivers' Championship to seven points, with Mansell and Prost a further eleven points back. Piquet went on to take his second consecutive win in his Williams- Honda . Senna finished second in his Lotus-Honda but 37 seconds behind Piquet, while Alain Prost took third in his McLaren - TAG . Thierry Boutsen finished fourth in his Benetton - Ford , ahead of the Brabham - BMW of Riccardo Patrese . The final championship point was claimed by Derek Warwick in his Arrows - Megatron , who was battling with influenza and conjunctivitis . Jonathan Palmer claimed the Jim Clark Trophy points finishing seventh in his Tyrrell DG016 with teammate Philippe Streiff finishing ninth behind the second Arrows of Eddie Cheever . Italian driver Ivan Capelli was tenth in the March 871 . The win allowed Piquet to expand his championship points lead to seven over Senna and 18 over Mansell. Numbers in brackets refer to positions of normally aspirated entrants competing for the Jim Clark Trophy .
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Laps | Time/Retired |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 6 | Nelson Piquet | Williams-Honda | 76 | 1:59:26.793 |
| 2 | 12 | Ayrton Senna | Lotus-Honda | 76 | + 37.727 |
| 3 | 1 | Alain Prost | McLaren-TAG | 76 | + 1:27.456 |
| 4 | 20 | Thierry Boutsen | Benetton-Ford | 75 | + 1 lap |
| 5 | 7 | Riccardo Patrese | Brabham-BMW | 75 | + 1 lap |
| 6 | 17 | Derek Warwick | Arrows-Megatron | 74 | + 2 laps |
| 7 (1) | 3 | Jonathan Palmer | Tyrrell-Ford | 74 | + 2 laps |
| 8 | 18 | Eddie Cheever | Arrows-Megatron | 74 | + 2 laps |
| 9 (2) | 4 | Philippe Streiff | Tyrrell-Ford | 74 | + 2 laps |
| 10 (3) | 16 | Ivan Capelli | March-Ford | 74 | + 2 laps |
Qualifying
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 5 | Nigel Mansell | Williams-Honda | 1:28.047 | 1:28.682 |
| 2 | 28 | Gerhard Berger | Ferrari | 1:31.080 | 1:28.549 |
| 3 | 6 | Nelson Piquet | Williams-Honda | 1:30.842 | 1:29.724 |
| 4 | 1 | Alain Prost | McLaren-TAG | 1:30.156 | 1:30.327 |
| 5 | 27 | Michele Alboreto | Ferrari | 1:30.472 | 1:30.310 |
| 6 | 12 | Ayrton Senna | Lotus-Honda | 1:31.387 | 1:30.387 |
| 7 | 20 | Thierry Boutsen | Benetton-Ford | 1:30.748 | 1:30.810 |
| 8 | 2 | Stefan Johansson | McLaren-TAG | 1:31.228 | 1:31.940 |
| 9 | 17 | Derek Warwick | Arrows-Megatron | 1:31.416 | 1:34.386 |
| 10 | 7 | Riccardo Patrese | Brabham-BMW | 1:31.586 | 1:32.422 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
The air hung thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and damp asphalt – a familiar perfume at Hungaroring. A Tyrrell, driven by Marc Surer, momentarily challenged the frontrunners with a 2. 6-liter Ford-Cosworth engine pushing 660 horsepower, a testament to the brutal efficiency of the era. But the true drama unfolded as Nigel Mansell, battling a critical wheel nut failure with just six laps remaining, relinquished the lead to Nelson Piquet's Williams-Honda, a machine boasting a 3. 0-liter V8 producing a dizzying 680 bhp. The afternoon's unfolding underscored the precarious balance between raw power and mechanical fidelity – a lesson etched into the very bones of this circuit.
A misaligned wheel nut, a mechanical betrayal, robbed him of the lead – a statistical anomaly considering his dominant pole position. Seven points separated Piquet from Senna, a chasm carved not solely by speed, but by the capricious dance of fortune. The Hungarian circuit, a freshly-laid ribbon of asphalt, already held its first secret: victory wasn't always about the fastest car.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
The air thickened, a greasy, ozone-laced scent clinging to the Hungarian tarmac. Six laps. That's all that separated Nigel from glory, a single, crucial rotation of a wheel nut threatening to unravel a season. The roar of the crowd, a primal wave, seemed to intensify, mirroring the frantic pulse of the Williams engine. Piquet, cool and deliberate, wrestled the car forward, a predator sensing weakness. Senna, a shadow beside him, remained patient, a coiled spring of potential. This wasn't merely a race; it was a confrontation of wills, a test of engineering, a legend being forged.
The rain, a persistent, sullen grey, mirrored the mood in the Williams garage. Nelson Piquet, a man sculpted by the Brazilian sun and a lifetime of relentless pursuit, meticulously adjusted the angle of his helmet visor. A subtle frown etched itself onto his brow – a familiar sign of concentration, of wrestling with the nuances of a circuit, a machine, a destiny. You could almost hear the ghosts of Interlagos, the roar of the crowd, the scent of burning rubber, urging him onward. He wasn't simply chasing victory; he was safeguarding a lineage, a tradition of dominance born on the unforgiving asphalt of his homeland. The tension was palpable, a quiet storm brewing before the deluge of the race. Mansell, a whirlwind of nervous energy, paced the pit lane, a stark contrast to Piquet's stoic resolve. This was Hungary, and the weight of expectation, of national pride, settled heavily upon every movement.