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Race drivers combine the sleek daring of matadors with the bullheaded resolve of interior linemen. The average leadfoot would run his grandmother's old Studebaker into a ditch if it meant getting to a checkered flag first. Race drivers don't put much stock in sentiment; they're going too fast to think about it.
So imagine the quandary that grizzled, graying Al Unser faced on Memorial Day, 1992. By mid-afternoon, Unser's son, Al Jr., had surged to the front of the field at the Indianapolis 500 and on the final lap beat Scott Goodyear to the line by four one-hundredths of a second -- about three coats of paint. At age thirty, "Little Al" had won the Indy for the first time, in the closest finish ever.
To this day, his father wishes he hadn't done it. "I would like to have won the race myself," "Big Al" says, ever true to his competitive breeding. "But it didn't happen." Unser the elder, one of just three drivers to win four Indy 500s in his career, finished a close third that day -- ten seconds or so behind the two leaders. He would retire two years later, at the age of 54, without drinking milk in Indy's Victory Lane again.
The fact is, though, Big Al loved that losing afternoon at the Brickyard in 1992. "Actually, I felt like I had won the race," he says. "That was the only time I ever got out of my car there without winning and was happy. I was so proud of him. Still am." He is talking by cell phone from the Texas Motor Speedway, site of last weekend's 500-mile race.
To date, Al Unser, his brother Bobby (also retired) and Al Jr. have a combined total of 106 Indy-car victories -- sixteen more than Mario and Michael Andretti. The Unsers have won nine Indy 500s (eight more than the Andrettis), and for more than three decades their name has been a constant -- a very swift constant -- in American open-wheel racing. Al Jr. has raked in more than $20 million in prize money -- making him the top Indy-car earner of all time. Even his two cousins, Johnny and Robby, have gotten into the act with on-again, off-again racing careers.
At this Sunday's Radisson Indy 200, to be run at Pikes Peak International Raceway in Fountain, Little Al and Big Al will both be on hand -- the former belted into the cockpit of his Galles ECR Racing Indy car, the latter overlooking the one-mile oval from high above in his new job as a coach of the Indianapolis Racing League's new and rookie drivers. His cohort? Three-time Indy winner Johnny Rutherford.
Sunday's race will be special for the Unsers because it will be contested on Father's Day. The bond that joins them is almost mystical, the father says, and it's rooted deep in the thrill and danger of speed. In1983, they became the first father and son ever to compete in the same Indy 500; in 1984, Little Al scored the first of his 32 Indy-car victories in Portland, Oregon, on Father's Day. "That was something," Big Al remembers. "Let's see if he can do it again in Colorado."
Truth be told, the younger Unser hasn't had much racing luck lately. Since leaving his Championship Auto Racing Teams (CART) ride after the 1999 season to race in the upstart Indy Racing League (IRL) -- largely because he was so hungry for a return to the IRL-sanctioned Indy 500 -- Little Al has scored just one win, at Las Vegas in April, 2000. Meanwhile, his only Indy starts since winning the race for the second time in 1994 have been as snakebit as the Andrettis' worst nightmare. In 2000, Al Jr. finished 29th out of 33 cars when his engine overheated less than halfway along; this year he ran thirtieth after crashing sixteen laps into the race.
"Sometimes that just happens," his disappointed father says. "There isn't anything you can do about it. You can't back up thirty days and replay the month of May at Indy. That's what you'd like to do many times. Instead, you say: 'Well, I'm going to do it next year. You don't give up, or give up hope, or give up desire.'"
But the fire eventually goes out.
"You don't ever talk to anybody about when you're going to retire or when you should retire," Big Al says. "Only the driver himself knows that. I did. When I finally came to that point, I quit. There was no askin' or tellin'. I knew within myself, and I quit."
Why, after three racing decades on the big ovals and 39 victories, did Al Unser quit? He pauses, and the scream of race engines, muffled but still lovely, invades the phone call from suburban Dallas. "You can't imagine it," he says slowly, "but you have to face it on your own. I finally found that I was paying more attention to my son than to my own racing."
So it will be Sunday when Little Al, now a middle-aged veteran at 39, takes the green flag at Pikes Peak. So it will be two weeks later at Richmond and the week after that at Kansas Speedway. And next Memorial Day at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, where Al Unser Jr. will try for his third -- and his family's tenth -- win at the most famous car race in the world. Big Al's brother Bobby rarely comes to the track anymore, and none of the Unser grandchildren, now coming of age, have shown any interest in carrying on the family tradition.