Jackie Stewart,

You as 007, an immortal legend!

Jackie Stewart, multiple F1 world champion, businessman, fighter on the track as in life. At the forefront of scientific research for his wife, Helen, then for his son Paul when cancer struck him. But the Scotsman lived many lives, lived the epic of an F1 that ripped bodies apart. Human and otherwise. Jackie Stewart, the man who suffered from dyslexia and managed to hide it until later in life, masked by a talent for shooting first, driving later. A revenge that earned him 3 world titles, extraordinary, priceless. Unparalleled and unparalleled. Head and heart is what always distinguished him in everything giving value to every single action, event, funereal above all.

From Jim Clark’s death to Jochen’s death at Monza. A loss that still hurts today. It also befell Cevert the same fate, under circumstances never clarified in that 1973 heartbreak forever leaving an incurable wound. It was certainly the impetus for anticipating a widely agreed retirement with Helen. Giorgio Terruzzi reports this in his article, in a sentence that is striking, sculpting, shattering, bewildering:

One day, with my wife Helen we counted the colleagues, the friends who disappeared on the track. When we got to 58 we stopped. An endless sadness

From pain a new push, a new life, a new way to stretch and remain a survivor. Maybe lucky, maybe not. To this day, however, Jackie Stewart we can call him a living book, someone we can count on to be told a bedtime story to fall asleep on the gentle, quiet movement of motor oil going into the circle, of gasoline going into the combustion chamber to start the engine of the night and then fall asleep and take off on the curves of life. The curves, the very ones. Beautiful, long, narrow, fast, insidious as a silent disease that shows up without knocking to disturb, entering through the side door. Exactly as happened to Jackie Stewart. Months ago he declared that he might be suffering from dementia, the same one that struck his beloved. A disease that he knows, that he has studied, that he fights and struggles with, blow by blow as if it were skeet shooting.

Jackie does not give up.

On tiptoe, now, with the stubbornness that distinguishes the man, we wait to find out what will happen.

Motorsport is beautiful

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