the russian grand prix. the ending for 2015 hits us smack in the face. better than waiting to cry your heart out at abu dhabi, eh. i've never been the most optimistic of humans, but this is a new low. that's his season done and dusted, although to be fair it was probably all over by belgium. singapore had me foolishly hoping, though i guess it was all for naught.
what now? p2 to play for, time to catch up. but there's an engine penalty looming, and god only knows what other reliability issues will catch car number 6. last year was painful to get through, but this year hurts even more. three more races, but the result is already up there in the sky, splashed in silver black and turquoise. or mint green, if you will.
next year, huh. as with last year, i'll reiterate — the best is yet to be, i say, but what are the odds. ferrari will catch up next year, and by then... oh we know where you are on the pecking order, love, and it hurts far too much than my heart can bear.
one last point. met nico again this year. as with the year before, i handed him my gifts, feverishly put together in the wee hours of the morning. he thanked me for my support and for my gifts, and he hugged me. until today i have no idea how i didn’t die when he wrapped his arms around me. and god he's the sweetest. he really is. and i beg of you, those of you who may meet him in the near future, or whenever. please be nice to him. i've seen fans push him and pull him in roughly for photos, for signatures, to get his attention. he smiles, he obliges, he doesn't say anything about it. but that's not the way we treat other people, and while he may be a celebrity, that doesn't mean he's fair game for treatment like a rag doll. please treat him with the respect you would accord any other person.
this wraps up whatever i have to say. there’s still p2 in the wdc to fight for. keep pushing and bring it home, love. that's the least you can do now.
and well, to the next year, i suppose.
keep holding on, for the best is yet to be.