When Ayrton Senna was at the peak of his career I was under the age of 10. When he died in 94 I was just about to turn 13 years old as my birthday was a week later. At the time I wasn’t sad about the news as I only liked Ferrari drivers (go figure) but it wasn’t until I was older that I really understood what he truly meant to me.
Senna to me was a guy that had no understanding of the word “WE” or “TEAM”. He did everything possible to win at all costs no matter what the repercussions were. He was so fierce on the track it was if he went to battle every time he got in the car.
Now that I am 32 years of age I can understand his willingness to win. It is an addiction of being number 1, striving to be No.1 then working even harder to stay No. 1. Watching him during a qualifying session was so spectacular, seeing him smash out 2 blistering laps then come in tweak the front and rear ends of the car only to take another 1.5 to 2 seconds out of his time on his next lap. This was a gift that every other driver envied.
Ayrton Senna to me is a guy who had no cap on how far he could push the limit. Some people remember the way he died but I remember him the way he lived every day better than the last.