so girlfriends come and go, teammates come and go, team principals come and go. but do you ever think about how the two of you remain constant in each other’s lives? that stupid kid you met in 2009 who kept messing up your races (or is it the other way around?) is the same dopey eyed man you’re trying outwit on the track some 13 years later. maybe you don’t really know him at all because you’re not friends, but at the same time no one knows him better than you. because when you’re gone and your name becomes words in the history books, they will call you a “formula 1 driver” and hopefully they will call you one of the all time greats, and this thing - this racing - is ultimately what ends up defining you (and him) in the eternal archive that is the history of our world. your legacy, if you will. so it doesn’t matter that he likes gaming until 3 am and you play the piano that he’d rather shunt out the window, or that he owns a single white shirt and your fashion sense is sometimes best left unspoken, because when both of you are inked into the history books, when they have to parse your life down to a few paragraphs - they will say the two of you were part of the same story. in all the ways that mattered, he was a constant.