My father was a motorsports journalist and a motorbike fan. He gave me my motocross bike.
That is why, as soon as I felt a real attraction for my first passion which was the motorcycle, and in spite of the danger it could represent, they encouraged me.
The existence is a tremendous curiosity, with in the course of the years, the discovery of yourself in your inmost evolutions. With the age you feel better than you are, what you represent. Which means a little at the planet's scale.
I am infinitely grateful to the life which privileged me.
The margin between success and drama is fractional.
And luckily, therefore the good old days return. The traditional art of driving counts again, and it is all about good tactics, skills and reflexes instead of simple power.
Happy to see that the Automobile Club of Monaco, opened its doors to the public to attend a considerable event. The promotion of this event will be made by the image and by the text, but still by word of mouth.
I believe to have been one of the rare drivers to have returned to Ferrari.
In the end I didn't get a top car any more. I had no toughness left. That was the reality.
The fact that I am still alive after 100,000 laps is my championship.
What fascinated me, it was not the glory, but the contact with the public.
To be here recovers from a state of soul, from a state of mind. I have the memory of the heart. I know what I received. I must have the will to give back to others.
I drove long distances like the 24 hours of Le Mans for years. But even this racing is now over. I retired.
In this sport luck and tragedy are only a few hundredths of seconds apart from each other.
In this kind of situation, we tend to cling to his convictions, we believe that, by magic, we are going to recover. Then we agree to drive less good cars and we are fatally more exposed. It is what finally happened to me with Ensign.
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