you know...in 2014, there was this rookie on the grid who took a podium in his first race. and I immediately fell in love with him as a driver.
not because he took the podium, as amazing as that was. but because before the race, one he was starting in P4, he looked calmer than a typical rookie starting in P18. he was there to race, something he had done his entire life and there was no hint of nerves even if he was in F1 now.
after ten years, I think about that rookie a lot. In another universe he wasn't stabbed in the back by people who were supposed to look out for him and he had a brilliant career, winning races and fighting for championships, driving the fastest cars.
in this universe? he still had a brilliant career. he might not have fought for wins or podiums but y'know what, he fought for P9 as if it was a win. he fought tooth and nail for every point and he kept himself in the sport for 9 seasons, coming back twice from not having a seat. with no major backing, doing it all on his own. and god, if I'm not endlessly proud of him.
this is not the end of kev's career. he'll go on to do so many more brilliant things and I'll continue to be endlessly proud of him every step of the way.