2000 Honda Indy 300 - Race

Race

Pos No Driver Team Laps Time/Retired Grid Points
1 40 Adrián Fernández Patrick Racing 59 2:01:14.605 17 21
2 8 Kenny Bräck Team Rahal 59 +0.3 secs 12 16
3 12 Jimmy Vasser Chip Ganassi Racing 59 +4.0 secs 5 14
4 97 Cristiano da Matta PPI Motorsports 59 +4.8 secs 10 12
5 32 Patrick Carpentier Forsythe Racing 59 +5.2 secs 11 10
6 3 Hélio Castroneves Team Penske 59 +10.3 secs 8 8
7 16 Michel Jourdain, Jr. Bettenhausen Racing 59 +11.0 secs 16 6
8 55 Tony Kanaan Mo Nunn Racing 59 +15.8 secs 7 5
9 96 Oriol Servià PPI Motorsports 59 +18.2 secs 14 4
10 17 Maurício Gugelmin PacWest Racing 59 +18.6 secs 18 3
11 18 Mark Blundell PacWest Racing 59 +18.7 secs 22 2
12 25 Luiz Garcia, Jr. Arciero Racing 58 + 1 lap 25 1
13 34 Tarso Marques Dale Coyne Racing 57 + 2 laps 23
14 19 Alex Barron Dale Coyne Racing 54 Mechanical 19
15 11 Christian Fittipaldi Newman-Haas Racing 51 Off course 15
16 7 Max Papis Team Rahal 48 Contact 15
17 26 Paul Tracy Team Green 47 Contact 4
18 10 Jason Bright Della Penna Motorsports 44 Contact 24
19 20 Roberto Moreno Patrick Racing 43 Contact 20
20 6 Michael Andretti Newman-Haas Racing 38 Mechanical 6
21 5 Shinji Nakano Walker Racing 38 Mechanical 21
22 33 Alex Tagliani Forsythe Racing 36 Mechanical 13
23 2 Gil de Ferran Team Penske 1 Contact 2
24 1 Juan Pablo Montoya Chip Ganassi Racing 0 Contact 1 1
25 27 Dario Franchitti Team Green 0 Contact 3

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