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In a little less than 10 hours, it will be 9 years since the motor racing world lost one of its greatest champions. Ayrton Senna. He left our world early, too early.
Here's how i remember that day...
I was 13 back then. I remember getting out of my bed at 7:00 am, getting down to the basement so i could watch the race without waking up everyone. I remember being happy and eager for the race to start, because Ayrton was on pole, and Ayrton was my favorite driver, my hero. (he still is, in fact.) I had missed qualifying the day before, missed that tragic accident that took young Austrian Roland Ratzenberger away, and that other accident that sent Rubens Barrichello flying through a tire wall, seriously injuring himself.
There was something in the air that weekend. At the start, Pedro Lamy rammed into JJ Lehto, who was stalled on the grid, sending various wrecked car parts into the crowd. Second restart, and then... It happened.
I remember it all, happening right in front of my eyes. Ayrton had left the track in Tamburello, wrecking hard into a wall, and spinning back onto the track. A few seconds pass by Why isn't he getting out of the car? What's going on? Corner workers come by, arms wave in the air, ambulance and doctors arrive on the scene.
On that very instant, i realised what had just happened. At first, i was hoping he was only injured, and couldn't get out of the car by himself. Then i saw it. Taken from an helicopter shot, you could see a large amount of blood, mixed in the sandtrap...
I lost it, and shut the TV off. I couldn't do anything but cry, and cry i did. I've seen the crash a multitude of times since then, but i can't express the same amount of fear and sadness i had when i saw it happen live, in front of my eyes. It probably marked me for life. I had lost my hero, the person i saw as an inspiration, ever since i first saw him race.
Adeus, Ayrton.
Here's how i remember that day...
I was 13 back then. I remember getting out of my bed at 7:00 am, getting down to the basement so i could watch the race without waking up everyone. I remember being happy and eager for the race to start, because Ayrton was on pole, and Ayrton was my favorite driver, my hero. (he still is, in fact.) I had missed qualifying the day before, missed that tragic accident that took young Austrian Roland Ratzenberger away, and that other accident that sent Rubens Barrichello flying through a tire wall, seriously injuring himself.
There was something in the air that weekend. At the start, Pedro Lamy rammed into JJ Lehto, who was stalled on the grid, sending various wrecked car parts into the crowd. Second restart, and then... It happened.
I remember it all, happening right in front of my eyes. Ayrton had left the track in Tamburello, wrecking hard into a wall, and spinning back onto the track. A few seconds pass by Why isn't he getting out of the car? What's going on? Corner workers come by, arms wave in the air, ambulance and doctors arrive on the scene.
On that very instant, i realised what had just happened. At first, i was hoping he was only injured, and couldn't get out of the car by himself. Then i saw it. Taken from an helicopter shot, you could see a large amount of blood, mixed in the sandtrap...
I lost it, and shut the TV off. I couldn't do anything but cry, and cry i did. I've seen the crash a multitude of times since then, but i can't express the same amount of fear and sadness i had when i saw it happen live, in front of my eyes. It probably marked me for life. I had lost my hero, the person i saw as an inspiration, ever since i first saw him race.
Adeus, Ayrton.