I woke up this morning to learn that a streak had been broken in Formula 1. A streak that everyone had hoped would continue on forever. A little more than 21 years since we lost the great Ayrton Senna. Today, the world lost Jules Bianchi.
Injuries sustained from Suzuka at the Japanese Grand Prix last year, he’d held on in a coma for 9 months. He was only 25 years old.
I know the official report says he had one foot on the throttle and one on the brake and that kept the override from kicking in. I also know it said he was driving too fast for the conditions. But every mention of that report today sits wrong with me. He never should have been in that situation in the first place, so anything he may or may have not done “wrong” is pointless to even mention.
What really should have happened was to either start that race earlier (which they could have) or reschedule it. Yes, it would have been difficult and a major inconvenience, but it was a typhoon heading for the track.
Or even red flag it a LOT sooner. Adrian Sutil’s crash should have been the end of it. It would have kept Bianchi alive. I don’t know why they didn’t make a different decision. I know I was watching the race, rain pouring down, dedicated Japanese fans abandoning their seats, and I had no thought of the rest of the cars on the grid–I only wondered why the race was still happening.
And then Bianchi’s car hit the crane that was removing Sutil’s. And then it took time for the medical car to even make it to Bianchi because the rain was so bad.
And now there are a millions things Jules Bianchi and his family will never get to do. My heart aches for him and his family. Death is the end of every life, but to lose someone like that is tragic.
But mostly, I hope the FIA has better sense next time a typhoon is heading toward a circuit on race day.
I really wish this hadn’t been my first blog about Formula 1, but it needed to be said.
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