A big empty A great void . Only a great and unbridgeable gap . The nostalgia and impotence in the face of loss of a friend . A major presence . Ayrton Senna was for many the pilot of Formula 1. One with a capital P , the one with the yellow-green helmet and sad eyes. Before him there were many samples and some champions . But Ayrton was different. He had the courage to Villeneuve and the coldness of Prost , the passion of Stirling Moss and respect for the car of Phil Hill, Ronnie Peterson and the timidity of the greatness of Jim Clark. In him was possible to distinguish the features of the star players, the authentic talent , the man who gave up everything in order to continue to confront himself. In his short life Ayrton Senna has always traveled with the accelerator pressed because this was the only way he knew how to win, to live. From karting to Formula 1 , the career of this extraordinary and unforgettable pilot has always been dedicated to the supremacy of man over machine . One is reminded of the heroic feat of Tazio Nuvolari , in order to win , do not hesitate to replace the steering wheel of his car with a wrench. What to get tackled first descents aware of not having the brakes to slow down. This would also Ayrton , why is the man that really matters. In the age of electronics and exasperated search , suspension and intelligent telemetry the supremacy of the medium on the pilot was able to give a human face to a sport that was and is becoming every day more and more business and less competition. The day that the Brazilian sweet smile and sad-eyed triumphed for the first time in his home Grand Prix , an almost inhuman scream filled our homes. It was the irrepressible joy of a boy who , despite the money, despite the popularity , despite all odds , was able to achieve his dream : to win in front of their people and for their own people. That same who then mourned the death of a hero, a nation that had taken dignity and pride from its parent . And yet today we are many who mourn . But all , in the midst of sadness and regret , we find a little luck consolation in the thought that we had: to have known him and to have seen him run. Thanks Ayrton , your name is legend! C. Somazzi ( Ayrton Senna , the last hero )
Posted on: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 10:34:07 +0000
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