This weekend the GP of Japan. I can't think of the Grand Prix of Japan without remembering Jules.
The first year I drove F1, we collided directly after the start, I was mad at him, I think he was mad on me too.
That's what racing is also about and for some reason the respect towards each other grows after moments like that. It wasn't the first time a fight between us resulted in the end of the race for both of us, but I never thought it was the last one...
A year after that, it became one of the saddest days in the history of Formula 1. This weekend, it'll be difficult for me to watch the race. I guess for everyone. Jules, we'll never forget you.
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