America's Next Formula 1 Driver

Brian Konoske
americas-formula-drivers

With the top down, stereo cranked, and stability control off, the black BMW M6 glides through the neon caverns of Las Vegas. At the wheel, twenty-year-old Alexander Rossi is driving his father's car with the nonchalance and grace you'd expect of the only American holding an FIA Super License -- a prerequisite for racing in Formula 1. Although he's just finished an elaborate celebratory dinner after meetings with potential sponsors at the Consumer Electronics Show, Rossi shows remarkable restraint as he cruises through the typical flotsam of a Las Vegas night. He ignores a young reveler who's retching outside the open door of his limousine, then declines a challenge to street race with a sport-utility vehicle filled with giggling hotties. In fact, he hardly pushes the speed limit until passing well beyond the city limits on his way to his hotel near Lake Las Vegas.

There's nothing out here -- no cars, no cops, no traffic lights, just a long, straight furrow of empty road that fairly beckons for speed. Rossi can't resist the temptation to let the V-10 sing, and the speedometer winds past 120 mph, 130, 140. He brakes firmly and carves into a left-hander. As the car rotates down toward the apex, he plants the gas pedal and deftly catches the sliding rear end with an effortless application of opposite lock. Up ahead, a roundabout awaits. Rossi pulls off to the side of the road to let a few cars pass. His father, Pieter, knows what's next. "Don't hit the curb," he murmurs, more concerned about his expensive wheels than any mayhem to come. Alexander doesn't bother to reply. When the roundabout is clear, he nails the throttle, cranks in a bunch of steering, and dirt-tracks around the traffic circle in a heady haze of engine noise and tire smoke.

After completing one full revolution in perfect drift form, he comes to a stop. "How are your rear tires?" he asks his father.

"OK. Why?"

"I want to do it again."

Pieter shakes his head. "Once is fine. But then somebody calls the cops, and that's how you get into trouble. Come on, we'll be back here on the way to the airport tomorrow."

And there, in a single 360, is Team Rossi in action: Alexander takes care of business in the cockpit with verve, aplomb, and precision. Pieter is the deal-maker, the sponsor-finder, the whatever-it-takes guy who keeps his son's career on the right course. Working together, they've secured a highly coveted slot as a reserve driver for Caterham F1, which means Alexander will test during free practice before grands prix in 2012. And next year, if all goes according to Team Rossi's fastidiously laid plans, he'll be the first American to race in Formula 1 since Scott Speed flamed out so spectacularly in 2007.

Meanwhile, halfway across the country, the heartland racing mecca of Indianapolis is the unlikely home of another father and son chasing the F1 dream. Actually, the father -- Derek Daly -- spent five seasons in Formula 1 before hanging up his racing suit. Now, he's using his F1 contacts and hard-headed negotiating skills to help his twenty-year-old son, Conor, follow in his wheel tracks. This year, Conor will do his second consecutive season in GP3, which is an international open-wheel series that's two rungs below F1, and he's reportedly on the radar of at least one Formula 1 team. So it's not inconceivable that there might be not one but two Americans fighting for F1 podiums a few years down the road.

It's been a long time coming. The lack of competitive Americans in the world's most expensive, exotic, and internationally popular form of racing has long been the source of national soul-searching, especially during an era when F1 is drawing drivers from motorsports backwaters such as Poland, Russia, and India. After all, what do they have that we don't? The issue seems particularly galling now that a U.S. Grand Prix is scheduled for Austin, Texas, in November and a second F1 race in New Jersey is tentatively set for 2013. And as Derek Daly puts it, "Unless there is an American driver in F1, those races will not succeed." So plenty of eyes are on young Rossi and Daly. Not just in Formula 1 but also here in the States. Will they be the next coming of Phil Hill and Mario Andretti, the only Americans to win world championships? Or will they join the long list of Americans who made a run at F1 but didn't have the talent, or money, or luck -- or all three -- to make it to the top?

Americans haven't always been strangers to Formula 1. During the 1960s and '70s, there was a formidable American contingent in international motorsports, but the ranks of Yanks thinned considerably in the '80s. The pipeline dried up after Michael Andretti's debacle at McLaren in 1993. Unable to get enough proper testing time in a difficult car and unwilling to commit to living in Europe, Andretti looked second-rate next to his teammate -- who happened to be Ayrton Senna at the height of his powers. The episode convinced F1 movers and shakers that there was no reason to look for drivers in the United States.

If the mountain wouldn't go to Muhammad, then journalist/broadcaster Jeremy Shaw -- a Brit who'd moved to the States -- realized Muhammad would have to go to the mountain. With the help of various motorsports professionals, Shaw created the Team U.S.A. Scholarship in 1990 to help Americans race in the hotly contested and closely watched Formula Ford Festival in the United Kingdom. Besides spotlighting the talent of young Americans, the idea was to show Americans what it took to succeed in Europe. "Here, the racing is a lot more chummy and fun," Shaw says. "Over there, it's much more cutthroat. You get thrown in at the deep end, and you're on your own."

Shaw proved to be a remarkably prescient evaluator of young talent; the Team U.S.A. honor roll includes top-shelf pros such as Jimmy Vasser, Bryan Herta, Buddy Rice, A. J. Allmendinger, and Joey Hand. Eventually, though, it became clear that one European race a year wasn't going to cut it. So the next generation of American F1 hopefuls moved to Europe. Patrick Long, Paul Edwards, Jonathan Summerton, and Josef Newgarden showed plenty of speed, but their progress up the European formula-car ranks stalled when they ran out of money, and they returned to solid careers in the States. Only Scott Speed grabbed the brass ring, largely thanks to the financial backing and marketing clout of Red Bull.

1 of 2

buyer's guide

Find vehicle reviews, photos, & pricing

our instagram

get Automobile Magazine

Subscribe to the magazine and save up to 84% off the newsstand price

subscribe

new cars

Read Related Articles

TO TOP