This afternoon I watched the Hungarian Grand Prix. I have to say it was one of the best races I’ve watched in ages. Throughout the whole weekend, though, I couldn’t help feeling that something was missing, and that someone was Jules Bianchi.
I was nine years old when the last two F1 drives, Roland Ratzenberger and Ayrton Senna passed away at Imola. So the tragic and untimely loss of such a wonderful young racing driver and, by all accounts, wonderful young man, has been a horrible thing to see.
So, rest in peace Jules, and know that you will forever live on in the collective memory of Formula 1.