1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

2019 Matthew Howell and Drive-My EN/UK

It was the most powerful privateer race car of the early ’70s – and remains so in today’s historic championships. Mark Hales tames the 215mph McLaren M8E. Photography Matthew Howell.


MCLAREN M8E  Tested to the limit by Mark Hales – 70s 860bhp monster tested

Yellow Peril


Couldn’t happen, could it? Well, not today, but it did and it’s sort of a military theme. If you asked a NASA scientist in the 1960s to get a rocket to the moon, he wouldn’t ask if there were any restrictions on size or fuel consumption. Or budget for that matter. All that mattered would be getting there. CanAm was a bit like that, the race series created in the mid-1960s to embrace the American dream that anything was possible and, preferably, the bigger the better. The only stipulation was that the car had to have two seats and enclosed wheels.


1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car


So you had engines of seven, eight, even nine litres; tyres 17 inches wide, exotic materials, multiple engines, ground effect and wings the size of a Beechcraft mainplane, all of which represented the biggest and best of what they knew in 1970. It’s unfeasible now but the chaos from complete lack of regulation that seems so inevitable was actually restrained by the technology of the time. Carbonfibre hadn’t been invented, car aerodynamics were rudimentary, Colin Chapman had yet to plagiarise ground effect lalthough CanAm’s equivalent, Jim Hall, produced a car with a snowmobile engine driving two fans that sucked the air from under the car…) and tyres had only just stopped wearing treads. Electronics weren’t available to keep a turbocharger from melting an engine; while Porsche found a way to do it in 1973 with the 1100bhp twin-turbo 917/30, it nearly killed the formula because nobody else could. Or perhaps by then the American auto industry’s love affair with CanAm was over and the money was going elsewhere.


1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

The 917/30 remains the most powerful circuit race car ever made but, until then, a big-block Chevrolet that started life at 7.0 litres was the largest and most powerful available engine that would fit into a car, and most subsequent regulation would seek to restrict exactly what it liberated. A CanAm car might look relatively unsophisticated now, but it ushered in ground effect, skirts, wings [movable and fixed), four-wheel drive and aerospace materials into motor sport, and. as a result, the cars were often faster than the Formula 1s that went on to embrace all of those. CanAm was certainly out there at the edges of the envelope.

‘CanAm produced the most powerful race car an amateur could buy. It was so in 1970 and still is’

And CanAm produced the most powerful race car an amateur could buy. It was so in 1970 – and it still is. The McLaren CanAm car in these pictures – M8E no 80-06, now owned by enthusiast and racer Stephen Minoprio – was bought from the factory in 1971 by one Fred Parkhill, who ran his eponymous liquor store at 5111 South Lewis Boulevard in Tulsa. It came with a Hewland five-speed LG500 gearbox but without an engine, which makes sense since the car was made in England and the people who knew about Chevrolets were in America.


1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

The horsepower race was already on. Parkhill built his own engines in the great American hot-rodding tradition and takes up the story. I started out with a 427 and the big guys went to 465, so I got one; then they went to 494. I got one. Of course, after that, they went to 512. I gave up then…’

‘The drivers were test pilots, pushing untried technology, and the rewards were good. It you finished the race…’

That an amateur could mix it with the likes of Gurney. Stewart, Donohue, Foyt, Andretti, Hulme and the rest is something for which I’d have given anything in my formative years but Fred raced the car in official CanAm just the once, at the 3.1-mile Donnybrooke Speedway in Minnesota, in 1971. He qualified 15th and finished 15th, but he was there… with the best in the world. Fred went from there to less-challenging events, like the grand prix in Ponca City, Oklahoma, where in 1975 he set a track record that still stands! Speed has always cost money: 512ci equates to 8.U litres and in 1978 Fred sold the McLaren for something less expensive. He had raced the car fewer than a dozen times. CanAm engines grew bigger still but Fred now owns a Lola T332 Formula 5000 car, which he says he is too old to race’ but takes out once a year to have some fun’. Respect.

The CanAm series began in 1966, with John Surtees winning the inaugural championship in a Lola T70. But by 1968, Kiwis Denny Hulme and Bruce McLaren had begun the Bruce and Denny Show’ with the latter’s dramatic-looking racers and put their grip on the championship. The M8E was intended as a customer version of the M8D factory car that had trumped the 1970 CanAm in the hands of Hulme, American Dan Gurney and Englishman Peter Gethin, but was shuffled aside by 1971’s F’ model, a razor-edged orange monster with dramatic aerodynamic fences.

Hulme was less than enthusiastic about the F. saying that it had too much downforce in the wrong places. The E, he felt, was smaller, more slippery – and faster. The factory stuck to the F-plan but took note of Hulme’s comments and made the customer car slightly shorter and narrower. Hulme tested the M8E in 1971 and liked it but only ten were ever made. Eight are known still. Let nobody suggest an M8E is anything but large, though. When it greets me at the HSCC’s Silverstone test day, it looks simply enormous, an impression heightened by the huge rear wing, the snaggled row of inlet trumpets, and the vertical Kinsler/Lucas injection pump that together feed the Chevy V8. All of which soon seem minimal in comparison with the noise it generates.

On hand to assist is New Zealander Ian Jones of Suffolk-based Racing Fabrications, who rebuilt the car and replaced the 5.0-titre small-block V8 mandated by 1980s UK regulations (strange how history repeats itself] with a 532ci (8.7-litre) all-aluminium pushrod Chevrolet built by Kirt and Bud Bennett in Wixom, Detroit. It pushes out 860bhp and 750lb ft of torque and, to handle it, the original Hewland transaxle la weak point in-period] has been replaced with an uprated version produced by Charlie Agg – son of Peter, original boss of Trojan, which built the McLaren customer cars.

Once the car is denuded and the bodywork removed (a couple of minutes’ work for Jones’ team), it’s very simple under the skin. The suspension is almost identical in design and layout (double wishbones at the front, transverse links and radius rods at the rear) to a Formula Ford’s of the period – just larger and with a big riveted aluminium monocoque tub in-between. Nice too, according to Jones. He says the detailing and finish of the parts were ahead of most of the opposition at the time, pointing out the neat little strengthened on the wishbones and chassis, the latter zinc chromate treated for anti-corrosion. All, he says, made in a very McLaren way, very aviation’.

Yet it’s amazingly light – two men can lift the monocoque tub – and, even with the huge engine and gearbox installed, the whole lot weighs in at just 850kg, for 1024bhp per tonne. Mechanic Sam Richardson is busy squirting neat petrol down the trumpets while Jones spins up the engine on the starter, then flicks on the ignition – if the engine fires before it’s properly churning, the advance kicks it backwards and smashes the starter. Much can break on one of these and, as the knowledge of what and where filters through, I get a sense of a gladiatorial contest. A battle of man against man in racing, but also man against machine.

The engine fires with a shattering bellow that summons watchers from all corners of the paddock. A modern Formula 1 car has a shrill intensity that hurts – this has all that underpinned by the biggest bass box imaginable. Its multi-layered energy gets you like every instrument in a huge amplified orchestra playing together at maximum volume. It spins up quickly, too. Accelerator travel is hugely long for good reason, yet the merest touch sends the needle round the dial like the next frame in a movie.

There is nothing else like the noise and throttle response of a top-spec big-block and the reason is the lightness of the internals relative to the displacement. It takes two men to lower the crank accurately into the block but, as a percentage relative to the massive 8.7 litres, the weight of reciprocating parts is much less than it is in, say, a 3.0-litre Cosworth DFV, or a modern 2.0-litre four such as Ford’s Duratec.

‘I discover I have only been tickling the throttle. My loot sinks ten inches and the grenade goes off’

The flywheel is tiny, and has to be to fit inside the Hewland’s bellhousing and clear the ground, so the driver has to be very careful. Jones leans in and offers words of caution. ‘It’s easy to keep to 7000 on the way up,’ he says, but they always get overrevved on the downshift when the driver gives the throttle a blip.

The rest is reasonably comfortable and I lie back in the tub with plenty of room for legs and feet, looking at a dash with an absolute minimum of dials and switches. The gearlever sits lonely on the expanse of tub. and I pull it across and back for first, then head towards the Grand Prix circuit. Already the way the engine spins and the weight of the clutch need managing, one slow and heavy, the other hair-trigger light, but soon I remember to hold one at a constant and feed the other against it. There’s a curious sense of ease and calm because the controls are just like those of any other sports car of the period, which is to say light and simple – but controlling the pent-up energy that lies behind feels like pulling the pin of a grenade.

Onto the circuit, steering eerily light and easy, carefully guide the lever across and forward for second, feel the gentle clatter of the dogs, see that the revs have fallen away to tickover almost as fast as they spin up. Let the clutch up with a jerk and gently squeeze the gas. It’s massive but, so far, not other-worldly. Pull back for third. Another squeeze, another massive surge, ease it through Maggots, Becketts and Chapel, looking for the calm of the Hangar Straight.

It’s cold so I lean on the tyres as much as possible without trying to accelerate the car. Get at least a little warmth into them. The car has an oddly delayed feeling to its responses, reinforced by the movement of that big body in my peripheral vision. There’s a slightly numb feeling to the front as the car’s nose jiggles over bumps – must be deliberately pinned down so it can’t lift. Through Chapel in third and push the pedal again. And push some more – I discover I have only been tickling it… My foot sinks ten inches and the grenade goes off.

It’s as if the pedal is a switch and the straight has shrunk to the size of a kart track, while the tacho needle goes round the dial like a road car’s in neutral. Find fourth – careful now across the gate, a miss will have the engine in kit form. Sag, lurch, clatter, shove the foot, BLARE… The same thing happens instantly, there’s almost no difference in the needle’s speed or the hammer blow from behind. Fifth is marginally softer but the Lola T70 ahead slips back as if tied to a post and the end of the straight and Stowe Corner arrive in a matter of seconds. Six-five in fifth I now know is 165mph. And I’m still warming up.

I try to string together a lap. which is dominated by the way the engine closes the gaps between gears and calls for the next, the worry about blipping-up the engine which inhibits the downchange, and a need to get the front pointed so I can hit the apex. I try to work out where I can short-shift up so the need for another gear doesn’t arrive in the middle of a corner, and to lean on the front’s stiffness and carry a bit more speed so I can use the higher gear.

‘CanAm produced the most powerful race car an amateur could buy. It was so in 1970 and still is’

At last it comes together. I learn where to fill the gaps in the gearing between turns but, even so, the shattering blast of power summons the next in such short time. The Grand Prix circuit normally feels so wide and open but has halved in dimension.

In a moment of reflection between sessions I can see that it feels so utterly mighty because I’m not carrying the momentum into the corners that I’d like, then the acceleration that follows is so relentless, the comparison is stark – every corner feels like a hairpin. Gassing it at the apex only picks up the nose and shoves it on. Jones explains that the front end is deliberately pinned down with no droop and that is the only safe way for modern tracks and the people who drive the cars now.

They weren’t like that in 1971. In period, these cars were way clear of the ground and the suspension was soft. The good guys would shift the weight forward on the brakes to point the car in, roll it to take a set and then pile on the huge horsepower to keep it turning. It wasn’t an absolute science even for them and lurid slides were the order of the day. As always, I marvel at the confidence they must have had at tracks like St Jovite and Mid-Ohio, provoking the car into a turn while sitting amid 40 gallons of sloshing gas where the road was humpy, bumpy and narrow.

History also says the cars would backflip when a crest flicked the nose high and the air got underneath, or speared off the road with chilling regularity when something broke. Universal joints would shatter, taking the suspension with them, and Jones says he replaces the splines and joints after every race, while the brakes get new pads and seals every time.

‘Let nobody suggest an M8E is anything but large. Here at Silverstone it looks simply enormous’

All of which he reckons makes running a Chevron B19 seem like child’s play’. The revision of history means it’s safer now, even if everything aft of the flywheel is still trying to tear itself to pieces. The drivers then were like test pilots, pushing untried technology for which the rewards were good. If you finished the race.

Stephen generously offers a final session, and I’ve asked Ian to add some castor to try to put a bit more weight on the nose. I’m expecting the power now and, as usual, the confidence of a few laps slows everything down a touch and it feels more a case of fitting all that performance into the track’s dimensions rather than trying to hang on. Added to that, the brakes are much better than I expected and I now have confidence in them, and the steering has gained some weight. I feel able to brake later and deeper into the turns, roll the car into the corner, wait for it to turn, then squeeze on the power and watch it just use up the track’s width all the way from apex to exit.

Now the sheer power is less a breathless affair with me trying to keep up, and more an exhilarating draught. And the car is still crushingly quick – I saw just under 7000rpm in fifth at the end of the straight: 191 mph.

Jones must take some credit for a creative, more modern set-up and for knowing which bits might break and either replacing them on a regular basis, or making them stronger. As a driver you still have to watch all the usual things, like locking a front into a corner and running wide. It is easy to misjudge the braking point at 190mph; the car is big and, once it’s out of shape, needs a lot of grass to recover. And, of course, treading the power too early will spin-up the 17-inch-wide slick tyres.

In most cases, the fatter they are, the worse it is when you spin either of them, but as long as you have the McLaren more or less straight, you can take the risk and the car’s dimensions will keep it stable. The sheer power will always dominate the driving experience but the car certainly isn’t a monster and, just as I found with the Lola T70. the power makes it easy to go very fast. Going as fast as the good guys would be a different matter, but at least you’d feel as if you were.

Like all well-sorted race cars, it gave me the sense that closing that gap would always be up to me, but I sometimes wonder what the good guys would think, how Revvy and Denny would feel about today’s set-up.

Could still be embarrassing though. Ian Jones tells the story of a visit to Road America for the CanAm reunion in 1996. There were 80-odd cars, all the good ones were there. Denny Hulme had done a 2.06 or something there in 1971 and the circuit hadn’t changed at all since then. They spent all weekend trying to match it, with modern tyres and engines and everything else. Mate, back then, those guys were just bloody heroes.’


The McLaren M8E is now for sale. Call Ian Jones al Racing Fabrications on +44 (0) 1284 828955


 

 

Left and below In a sports racer so largo and with so much power, suddenly the broad expanses of Silverstone feel confined.

Above right .. but a rewarding one- Witness the art of mastering a power-to-weight ratio of 1024bhp per tonne.

Above left Octane’s circuit ace Hales takes a confidence breather between sessions. A steep learning curve.

 

 

Bottom and right Not much in the cockpit to monitor the virtual earthquake that’s going on behind you.

Far left and top Eight trumpets top the 8.7-litre, 360bhp, 750lb ft Chevy V8; Ian Jones makes sure it doesn’t blow itself into oblivion.


TECHNICAL DATA FILE SPECIFICATIONS 1971 McLaren M8E CanAm Challenge Car

ENGINE 8712cc V8. OHV, aluminium block and heads. Lucas Kinsler mechanical fuel injection. Built by RM Motorsports, Wixom, Detroit

MAX POWER 860bhp @ 6700rpm

MAX TORQUE 752lb ft @ 5300rpm

TRANSMISSION Five-speed manual, rear-wheel drive

STEERING Rack and pinion

SUSPENSION Front: double wishbones, coil-over damper units, anti-roll bar. Rear: upper and lower links, radius rods, coil over damper units, anti-roll bar

BRAKES 12in AP vented discs front and tear, four-pot calipers

WEIGHT 850kg

PERFORMANCE Top speed 215mph (depending on gearing)

0-60mph 2.8sec (est)

 

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Additional Info
  • Year: 1971
  • Body: Open car
  • Type: Petrol
  • Engine: V8 8.7-litre
  • Fuelling: Lucas Kinsler mechanical fuel injection
  • Power: 860bhp at 6700rpm
  • Torque: 752lb ft at 5300rpm
  • Trnsms: Manual 5-spd
  • Weight: 850kg
  • Speed: 215mph
  • 0-60mph: 2.8sec
  • Type: Petrol

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