As I woke up on Sunday morning, I looked over to Sab’s face, he looked serine as he peacefully slept. He was happy, he had been restless each night during his rehabilitation but now he was back, he slept peacefully. However, I was not so peaceful, I wanted today over with, his first race, it filled me with dread. I stayed wrapped in his arms, and again I prayed silent prayers of protection over him.
Again, I was on the grid with the umbrella, and again there was a frenzy of media wanting their pictures, and wanting to speak with Sab. He had refused all interviews on the grid today, to Rosa’s annoyance, he wanted to fully concentrate. The aim for this race was 10th or above, and before long I was ushered off the grid and headed for the pit box.
Carlos, Sam and I formed our little line
