This clip will never cease to scare the ever-loving crap out of me. Mark Surer and Michel Wyder were killed instantly on impact.
Group B was one of, if not, the most impressive motorsport organizations ever, and they went to incredible lengths to make these cars the fastest ever. The 1986 RS200, among the other competitors, was simply a 1-ton plastic and magnesium wagon with an 800hp engine strapped to it. One driver once stated (seen in a movie once) that “mere thoughts were too slow for these cars”. This ideal worked amazingly well to get a sport noticed and respected (I still watch early Group B footage, and it’s incredible) but at what point was driver safety, driveability and the longevity of the sport no longer considered? When can we as engineers, sign off on designs like these knowing that safety can and will be compromised? Did these already fearless drivers have doubts of what they could actually accomplish in these machines?
While this particular incident did not end this class, following incidents proved even more severe and included more than just drivers. I really think this clip still exists as it is meant to be feared and respected.
I feel like with a class of cars such as these, it is known by both the engineers and the drivers that they are creating a monster. Creating it out of curiosity and desire but knowing fully that it could turn on them at any moment. I think it goes back to the whole reason we create monsters like this in the first place. Because driving a car is about being on the edge of control. You have the smallest margin of error and anything outside of it is injury or death, and it’s in that small, seemingly weightless moment of adrenaline that nothing else exist but the road and the driver. Yes the engineer built this monster but the driver got in knowing fully what it was capable of. It’s a mutual obligation of both parties to present the best they can and nothing else.
I wouldn’t mind going out like this. Would be pretty epic, and the RS200 makes for a nice expensive coffin
function over form, you’re a twat.
HAHAHAHA HE CALLED YOU A TWAT