I used to read about Fangio in high school. There were many tales. It was assumed his cars were only good for one race, because he either won or destroyed the car trying.
In one race, someone spilled oil in a curve. The first five cars spun out on the oil and crashed all over the place. Fangio went racing through the debris of wrecked cars and won the race.
In another one, he won but had to push the car some distance by hand to do it. He was so far ahead he had time to push it quite a ways.
Some newspaper once had a political cartoon showing him pushing what would be described as a Ferrari wheelbarrow. just the chassis and front wheels.
I have a doctor riend here in Mexico. He now contemplates his own mortality. But, for a long time he drove really fast. Once he borrowed $5,000 to finish his new clinic. We drove some distance to the bank. They gave it to me all in 50 peso bills. A large office envelope with bills sticking out every way. We went walking out of the bank with this large container obviously of money.
I told him. “We are going to get robbed!”
He said, “Once we get in my car we are okay.” And, were we ever. There would have been only two ways to get us. One of the Federal transitos high powered Dodge Chargers, or a helicopter.
In those days, when he was driving, he was in one of two modes. Either the throttle all the way to the floor accelerating as fast as the Chevrolet would go. Or, with the brakes all the way down, screaming curses at whoever or whatever impeded his passage. It was some experience. His nurse once rode somewhere with him, and said, NEVER AGAIN.
I once compared his driving to Fangio. He was pleased!