I never met Ayrton Senna. I never even saw him drive in the flesh. And so I’m afraid that this article will give you no amazing new insight into him as a person or as a racing driver on the 20th anniversary of his passing. But May 1st 1994 changed my life forever, and would come to influence every day of my life that followed.
In 1994 I was a 13 year old chorister at Worcester Cathedral. As such, Sundays were always busy; Eucharist in the morning, home for Sunday lunch, then back to the Cathedral for Evensong. I sung so many times and for so many years in that magnificent place of worship that, over 20 years later, it has all pretty much merged into one. Except for that one Mayday.
I remember leaving the house to go and sing Evensong, wondering whether my hero was alive or dead. I asked the Precentor to say a prayer for him that evening, as I had that morning at Eucharist in memory of Roland. But walking through the front door at home that evening, my Father turned on the television just as the evening news was starting.
I ran to my room, slammed the door and cried.
Nobody at school the next day understood why I was so upset. I was pretty much the only kid in my class that loved Formula 1. Most of the other boys liked football and footballers simply didn’t just drop down dead. There was no reference point. To some, it was just a joke.
“What’s the difference between Ryan Giggs and Ayrton Senna?”
“Ryan Giggs can take a corner.”
I was a small, skinny, weedy child. Well behaved. In the choir. Never got into fights.
It was the only time in my life I ever punched anyone in the face.
That week, Dad bought me Motoring News and Autosport. My first copies of both publications. In their pages I found the solace for which I had searched so desperately. In the journalists and their writing, I found people just like me, people trying to make sense of the tragedy, people grieving. It helped me come to terms with the mortality of a man I had always seen as immortal. And it made me certain of what I wanted to do with my life.
I wanted to write those words. I wanted to let the geeky kid at school whose friends didn’t understand why he loved racing cars and racing drivers know that he wasn’t alone. I wanted to tell kids just like me why racing was cool. I wanted to help them understand, as those journalists had done for me.
Ayrton’s death, while devastating for me as a 13 year old, had given me purpose and a dream.
It was a dream I was to realise eight years later, whilst still at University, when I got my first gig writing for Joe Saward at GrandPrix.com. On graduation, David Tremayne employed me at Formula 1 Magazine. When the magazine was closed down with a few days to go until the start of the 2004 season, my parents lent me some money to buy a campervan, and I embarked on the European tour as a freelancer.
The first race was Imola.
Ten years on from that fateful weekend, and ten years on from the birth of my own personal dream, I was at my first race as an independent journalist. The fact it was Imola simply seemed like fate. Before I had even visited the media centre, I walked to the Senna memorial to pay my respects. Every race weekend I attended in 2004, I wore a red and white striped shirt on the Saturday and a yellow shirt with green and blue pin stripes on Sunday. One for Roland and one for Ayrton.
As the years went on, my job role in motorsport changed and I moved to GP2 as press officer. And it was in that job, one evening of a winter test session at Jerez, that I got talking to a confident and beautiful brunette in the hotel bar. She had an eerily familiar face and the most incredibly magnetic personality. We consumed a bottle of 18 year old malt and talked about her Uncle Ayrton until the early hours of the morning and the hotel kicked us out.
Bianca and Bruno Senna are two of the nicest people I’ve ever met in racing. With so much expectation and pressure on them, so many people wanting a piece of them, their time, their history, I have always been staggered by their humility. They’re never too busy to stop and talk. Bruno, even on the way to the grid or to qualify, would always stop for a photo, to sign autographs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him turn away a request.
But of course, this was a career which Viviane, Bruno’s mother, never wanted for her son. I vividly remember Bruno explaining how he would creep downstairs in the middle of the night to watch F1 races with the sound turned down. After her brother, and tragically her husband, Bruno’s father, just a few years later had passed, Viviane couldn’t bear the thought of her son going and doing something dangerous. But racing was in his blood. When he broke his ribs karting in secret, Viviane phoned her old friend Gerhard Berger and begged him to do something about it.
He did.
And so it was that Bruno was to get his first test in single seaters.
Not what Viviane had meant at all. And Gerhard knew it.
I will never forget her face after Bruno had retired after hitting a dog at speed in the 2008 Turkish GP2 race. Freakish misfortune, obliterated right front wheel bouncing back towards the cockpit thankfully now held on by the very tethers brought in post-94… it was all too much. She sat at the back of the garage all alone, eyes fixed on an imaginary point far in the distance… trancelike, dazed… lost. A few idiot journalists were trying to get her to talk. They knew where her mind was taking her and the vultures wanted that Red Top headline quote. Her face was haunting. And haunted.
Of course, Bruno had always raced with the spectre of Ayrton hanging over him. That famous quote from his Uncle about how if we thought he was good we should see his nephew, only served to make things harder. How could he ever live up to that kind of billing? But Ayrton believed in Bruno, and he had good reason to, because it was Ayrton who had taught Bruno to race. On his own private go-kart track.
When Bruno finally graduated to Formula 1, he, Bianca and I talked about doing a book. Sadly, nobody was commissioning anything back then. Even a book on Jenson, who’d just won the championship, was a hard enough sell. In the end, we decided to do a feature story for F1 Racing magazine. And so it was that, in January 2010, I visited Sao Paulo as a guest of the Sennas. We drove for hours, to the outskirts of the city of Tatui and turned off down dirt tracks and through farmland to a place I had only ever seen in photographs. The number of journalists to have visited this place before could be counted on one hand. This wasn’t just anywhere. This was Ayrton’s home.
The day will stay with me forever, and there were some immensely special moments. A few of which I’ll share.
We found an old bag, a mustard coloured holdall with maroon trim sitting on a shelf, its zips rusted shut, the colours dulled by a thick layer of dust. Stuck to the centre panel was a blue and white Japan Airways label, whose edges had curled over time. Its ownership was still visible, scrawled in blue ballpoint: “A. Senna – Suzuka International Hotel.”
“Shall we see what’s inside?” Bruno grinned. “I bet it hasn’t been opened since…”
He paused, suddenly realising the words he’d need to finish that sentence. We both knew the bag probably hadn’t been opened since its owner closed it himself for the last time 16 years previously.
“Typical Ayrton,” Bruno laughed, pulling it open. “It’s full of go-kart engines!”
Ayrton’s home today still operates as a working farm. But the part Bruno and I had come to see and reminisce over, hadn’t been used in almost two decades.
The go-kart track is covered with a thick layer of dirt. It would take a lot of cleaning up to get it ready for competition today, but you can get the gist of what made Ayrton tick as a racer from its layout. Every corner is different, tricky cambers, and all incredibly fast. We walked the track and then got to drive it, albeit in a minivan.
This was where Bruno received tutelage from arguably the greatest racing driver that ever lived… but to Bruno, he was just Uncle Ayrton. As we stood around chatting, we receive word there was something in one of the warehouses used primarily for storing tractors. We headed over and Bruno bounded up the stairs to the top level.
Upstairs was a small room, crammed full of go-karts behind a mini Lotus 99T pedal car. There were six karts, stacked two deep, stood against the wall, covered in a thick layer of dust. The white number 42 was Ayrton’s famous kart, and behind it the machine in which Bruno had taken his first win, tyre marks all up the sidepod. It was quite something, finding those karts and being in that place in the days before Bruno was to make his F1 debut. It was an honour to be a part of it.
That day was like visiting Graceland for me. Looking back now, I can still barely believe it happened. Being in the house, by the pool, looking through Ayrton’s things with Bruno, walking the go-kart track… it is one of the most incredible highlights of my career, and helped take me one step closer to the man I still thank everyday for inspiring me to follow my dreams in this sport.
Twenty years on from his death, Ayrton Senna continues to inspire. It seems amazing that so many young karters who never saw him race, still claim Senna to be their inspiration and their hero. He has become an almost mythical figure, deified within our sport. But why does his legend transcend? What puts him on that level?
Perhaps it is because he was taken too soon. Perhaps it is because of the tragedy that we never truly got to witness the passing of the baton from him to the next generation, at a time when we all believed motorsport had left its darkest days behind. His battles with Schumacher were only just beginning when Senna left us. What incredible heights those two might have pushed each other to achieve.
To me they were, and to some degrees still are, Formula 1’s Lennon and McCartney. I say this because Lennon wrote some awful crap as a solo artist, and yet is sanctified as the songwriter’s songwriter due, I believe in no small part to the fact he was torn from the world too soon. His death brought about a mythical status, whilst also serving to not permit him time to make too many musical faux pas. McCartney however lived to write The Frog Chorus and pen some pretty horrible duets with Michael Jackson.
Ayrton was ruthless, and he often pushed over the limit in his on-track battles. But he is revered as a hard-nosed battler. Michael was equally as ruthless, but in driving into Damon and Jacques, parking his car at Rascasse and trying to put Rubens in the pitwall at Hungary, he was afforded the opportunity of penning his own Frog Chorus.
Lennon and McCartney.
Michael never spoke much of Ayrton. The only real insight we ever truly got were his tears on equalling Senna’s win record at Monza in 2000. To many, this moment was a reflection of Michael’s true self, his true emotion and true feelings of loss over that mystical “what might have been.” But to a few within the Formula 1 paddock, there remains a belief that Michael had long carried a regret, some claim an unresolved feeling of guilt, over Ayrton’s death, knowing that at the time of the crash Senna had been trying to beat a Benetton which was, in the recent words of Ron Dennis, “absolutely black-and-white illegal in the sense of traction control” via the use of what has become known as Option 13.
I couldn’t tell you which it was. I wasn’t around the sport in 1994, and in my time in the sport since the early 2000s I was never close enough to Michael to be able to give any real insight into his true character.
Perhaps, on this the 20th Anniversary of Ayrton’s passing, Michael might finally have broken his silence. Perhaps we might finally have learned his true feelings. Perhaps not. Either way, it is utterly tragic that our daily concern for Michael is now far deeper and far more meaningful than what his thoughts on a given topic or his emotions about Ayrton might be.
It was Michael that won on that dark day in Imola, and with that victory began a new era in Formula 1. It has been an era of unprecedented safety, of pioneering technology which has made not only the sport but the world around us better and less hazardous. Would that have happened had the greatest driver in the world not been ripped from us? It is impossible to say, but certainly the impetus would never have been so great.
Similarly, without Ayrton’s passing I do not know if the cogs would have been set in motion that led me to where I am today. Without that chain of events, It is almost certain that I would not have had the fortune of doing this incredible job. And more importantly, I certainly would not have met the woman with whom I had the most precious and wonderful gift on this earth: my little girl.
Out of darkness, comes light.
Saudade. E obrigado Ayrton.
You’ve outdone yourself here, Will. What a great column you’ve written.
Wow…what an amazing experience. Thanks for sharing, Will. Going to go mop up my tears now. 😉
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Will Buxton’s incredible Senna piece!
Not to nitpick, but…. here goes: In the photo featuring Brunno Senna and you (“Bruno and I at Tatui”), if you were alone, would the caption read “…I at Tatuit”? or “…Me, at Tatui”? So shouldn’t it read “Bruno and me at Tatui?” My apologies for the small gripe.
We are both the subject of the photo, therefore it is grammatically correct to say Bruno and I.
You’re welcome.
You take us to so many places we may never personally get to. For that, thanks, many thanks. Still, if you were the photo’s only subject, it would not be “I at Tatui”. You’re saying, “Hey fans,that’s ME and Bruno you’re looking at.” The head count does not alter the correct first-person pronoun usage. Enough of that from me. I remain one of your most ardent readers. And I rudely forget to thank you for bringing us this gem on Ayrton Senna. Cheers.
You may be the subject of the photo but that does not necessarily make you the subject of the sentence. It would be “Bruno and I are pictured at Tatui” but it would be “a picture of Bruno and me at Tatui”. As Ari says, if you were alone in the photo, would the caption say “I at Tatui”?
But enough of that – today is not a day for pedantry.
I have nothing to say. You’ve spoken volumes. And I really wish Bruno was back in F1…
The greatest words are not written with the hand, but the heart. Beautiful, Will!
Thank you.
Sorry, just a random co-incidence. I was also a 13 year old Chorister, albeit in St. Anne’s in Belfast. I remember watching the GP between Eucharist and Evensong, seeing the crash but having to leave … the words “I think I see some movement …” by the time I got home, it was over …
But a very very good summary, thanks!
Wow. Small world. Thanks for sharing.
It was great to read an article like this one! You could write 600 pages of stuff like this that I will read it!
A truly wonderful piece.
Thank you
Wow. Amazing. Thank you for this Will. You’ve written what I’ve tried to convey to my many friends ignorant of F1 all these years.
I was lucky to see him in Detroit in 1988.
Thanks… back in that decade Imola’94 was just probably the only F1 race I didn’t see live on TV, the news didn’t hit me till much later that sunday night. Also thanks for the Bruno part, I followed his races ever since he came to Europe, he has that something ‘special’ about him that makes you want to see him race.
I still keep this date on my calendar. I grieved very much alone because none of my friends and associates had ever heard of Ayrton Senna. No driver since Jackie Stewart gave me as much joy. I just simply loved to watch them race.
I have often thought of Frank Williams and his feelings regarding Ayrton, but hadn’t thought of Schumacher until you brought it up…interesting.
Will, you are so obviously born to do what you do. I saw your talent a few years ago when SPEED covered the races and was ready to start a petition to NBCSports if they did not bring you on board! You have never let me down. Keep up the good work.
Thanks Will
For your insight and bringing back such memories. Ayrton was very very special, and such a gentleman.
It was a privilege to meet and talk to him at one of the Silverstone tyre testing days, ’88 or ’89 I really don’t know.
I suspect my son does, he was so so awed that someone of Ayrton’s calibre had the time to talk to a 16 year old (might be a year out on that). The man was so, so special, sorry to repeat that, but so true.
That Sunday was so dreawafull. Even my daughter, a few years younger than son sat there dumbfounded and totally unable to say anything.
Just like the rest of us…….
Really enjoy your blog
Keep it going
Regards
Peter
It’s not often words make me cry. Beautiful, heartfelt column.
I was 3 when Senna was killed so I have no memory of it; for me October 2011 is my Imola 1994, when Dan Wheldon and Marco Simoncelli taken. I remember going to work and people not understanding my pain.
I’m glad you followed your dream set by the events of that day, but I sincerely hope no one else can walk in your footsteps.
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Fascinating and beautiful piece, Will!
wonderful words Will B. thanks for sharing. saudade y obrigado
Brilliant, Will. You wrote better about Ayrton than any Brazilian journalist I read.
I’m pretty sure he would have loved to share the paddock with you. The true passion for motorsport is the same.
Obrigada!
I remember all to well having to go to school on monday the day after my (our) hero died in front of my eyes. I was 10years and my experience is about the same as yours. The others didn’t care and laughed.. I started to cry, but I didn’t care, I lost my hero.
Well done, Will.
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Really touching piece and great tribute
Will,
I was fifteen when my mother and I moved to London England from Concord California (USA). The year was 1976 and I entered Highgate Woods School in the fifth form. One day my neighbor told me there was a Formula One race at Brands Hatch next week end along with other support races such as saloon cars. He told me it was something I would not want to miss. My oldest brother was visiting that year so we took a bus to Brands Hatch bought tickets at the gate and walked right into the pits. We walked up to the garage bays and saw mechanics working Ferraris and Brabhams (I don’t remember the other cars as well except the 6-wheeler, they all had the same engine from Cosworth). We walked the track during the race. I went to the no points Formula One race the following year in 1977 at Brands Hatch; I made my mom go with me. I remember the John Player Special girls handing out free cigarettes. We moved back to the US (northern Virginia) not long after that. I went to Summit Point Raceway in West Virginia and watched Paul Newman drive Bob Sharp Datsun’s in 1978 and 1979. This was the beginning of my lifelong obsession with Formula One and all forms of racing. I wanted to share this with someone who would appreciate my experience. Senna was the greatest, I follow your blog.
Jon Gwinner
Funnily enough, last time I saw you was just before you embarked on that European trip in the campervan after being introduced to you at uni by several flat mates of yours from your first year. (Just re read that and realised how stalker-ish that sounds)
I shared with you my Senna story: of seeing him get that lift of mansell at Silverstone in ’91 and then switching allegiance to a man that exuded cool; then on 30th April 1994 I had my bar mitzvah, the party on 1st May. The cake? a Senna driven Williams. Cutting the cake was a somber, not happy occasion and GP wasn’t the same for a while after that
This article was a joy to read. Thanks
Is that you Ben?
Yep, how’s it going?
I’m great man! Been chatting to Andy about us all getting together in London soon.
Thank you! You have expressed the feelings of many of us!
Beautiful piece Will, just beautiful. Thank you.
Amazing Will, brought back a lot of memories and even a few tears. I didn’t know anybody around here at the time who was into F1. It’s hard to lose someone like that and not have somebody to share that loss with. He was a person who affected a lot of lives of people he never met. See you in June, I hope.
Outstanding post Will – one of your very best.
Will, your eloquent post brought memories of that day flooding back, as well as my tears. I too remember my grief, with most of my family and friends having no understanding why I was devastated. The only person who shared my pain was the friend who I watched the race with: he later became my husband.
And thank you for remembering Roland in your post. Another tragedy on that cursed weekend that became an afterthought to Senna’s death.
You were born to do this job Will, and we are lucky to be a recipient of your thoughts on and off the track.
Will… thank you. In 1994, I was 13 and one day (4/30) years old and living in Poland. I heard about my hero’s fate from tv newscast and cried like a baby. Your story brings tears to my eyes, 20 years later. From time to time, when I need a motivation in life… that extra kick… I think about Ayrton… how he was driven to get where he wanted. Your story in this blogpost is so personal… One day, I will work with you, just have to find a way to be JS’s grip 😀
Thank you for sharing your memories! You have brought tears to my eyes. I too so clearly remember that day and never could have imagined that I would be drawn so passionately into this world thanks to my then 6 month old daughter who has become one of those many drivers that you mentioned that revere Aryton as their hero.
Thanks D. A privilege to know you and V.
Likewise Will!
It’s really touching (and honestly: depressing) for me but from a rather different angle, and I can’t help it but to pour it out here. I’ve been trying so hard to get a journo gig, but it never really took off past “Yeah, sure – send your stuff and we’ll post it. We’re a very small site, we can’t pay, but the exposure… blah-blah-blah…” and the pressure is just building, building, I’m risking our family livelihood to push it even harder. Got some paying gigs, got some very-VERY decent numbers from front pages on really large websites but after five years later it’s still just the same track spinning.
Glad you made it, love your works, and marvel your determination!
Wow… This has left me speechless and quite close to tears! Senna is a hero of mine, even though I was born in 94, I never got to see him drive, but peices of writing like this gives me an insight! And for that i would like to thank you!!
Thank you. I cried. I have no other words
“Quiet, Daddy is watching his racing. He will take you to the park later.” Eurosport on, VCR whirring, recording each race weekend as usual. Mmm..not quite sure about that Jordan Sasol livery, looked ok during the factory visit, still car shape is nice. Let’s see what young Rubens can do. Oh no! That was serious! Hope he’s ok. Really nasty. Thanks Sid, you sorted him out. Let’s see what Ayrton is doing against Michael. Not happy.
“Mum will take you swimming, I’m going to watch the Qualifying.” There’s a new guy I haven’t really noticed. Damon try a bit harder sunshine. Don’t think much of the Safety Car, I’ve got one of those as a road car. Bit slow for this job.
Car slides at high speed on the left side of the screen. Jeez what was that? Driver’s head flopping around! No, No this is not good..who is it….Ratzenberger! Nothing Sid can do there. I’ve not seen anything like it! “What’s wrong Dave? You two go and play in the garden. Daddy is upset.”
“Are you sure you want to watch this race Dave?”
“Have you come far Sir?” said the man at the Didcot Factory Gate.
“Are you ok My Son?” said the Vicar.
“I remember you at the Factory Gate.” said Richard West.
“Thank you for the Senna helmet pin, you took from your lapel Richard.” I said later.
I wasn’t even born when that fateful weekend took place. Yet Senna left an indelible impression on me.
When my interest in Formula 1 grew and I started going down the history books, it was Ayrton Senna who drew my attention the most. What I particularly liked about him was his dedication and the will to win at every cost. It was this attitude that took him to the record books. Williams had the fastest car in second half of 1994 and the whole of 95,96,97 – he could have easily been a seven time world champion.
But at the same time, I acknowledge his negative and ruthless part. Many a times his tactics were unsporting and unethical. But if you’re a rational fan, you gotta accept this side of the Brazilian.
If I ever end up with a career in Formula 1, like you Will, I will thank him for the same.
As a kid brought up on f1 by my parents love of it, I was the odd one out at school being a girl and liking race cars. I too was at church that day, most probably singing in choir practice then toddling off home to watch the f1 on TV. I was only 9 but remember how it felt like the whole world fell apart that day, not just f1. It still feels odd now looking back after 20 years and feeling so saddened by the death of someone whose existence came through a TV screen. I’ve never stopped being an f1 fan, probably never will, but the big shunts when they happen still make your heart skip a beat and you hold your breath til you know the driver is ok. Testament to Ayrton and Sid that safety has been improved much in a legacy Senna didn’t live to see
Amazing! I was 24 and remember the same horrible feeling watching that afternoon . It also changed my course of life in many ways and i now passenger F2 sideways as a hobby!
Thanks for sharing that Will. It was a pleasure to read it.
From a Brazilian reader.
Fernando
Incredible. Thank you.
Fantastic, Will. As a Brazilian, Senna and F1 fan. I thank you for sharing this!
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So, as you know I am a huge F1 fan. Unlike Will here, I didn’t discover F1 until far latter in my life. I can only go back and watch footage, read race reports and listen to interviews about what Ayrton Senna was like, or even Schumacher for that matter.
I really encourage you all to read this, F1 fan or not. Imola in 1994 was a tragic weekend, but it was a weekend that brought about the huge safety measures that we have in F1 today. Senna was F1’s last death. I hope it will always remain so.
I was watching on TV that day. Saw the accident. Saw the rest of the coverage and heard the awful news later that day. Just devastating. I’d followed F1 since the late 1960s and Senna was my absolute hero. The Indianapolis Star ran some kind of column about Senna in the sports pages for the rest of the week after his death (the newspaper did the same thing for Dale Earnhart seven years later, but this was NASCAR and this is the USA).
Fantastic piece, Will.
My how you’ve grown on me Will. I wasn’t a fan when you first started broadcasting on SpeedTV in America, but whether it be maturity or consistency, I’m a fan of your work now.
I must take some exception to the Ron Dennis quote in the piece however. To write this when it was never proven and to discount without mention the cold tires seems a bit odd to say the least.
You misunderstand. There is no reflection in the piece on the reasons for the accident. From all I have learned from those closest to the incident, tyre pressure certainly appears to be the most likely cause. To say Ayrton made a mistake because he pushed over the limit in trying to beat the Benetton is not what I’m saying and not something I have ever heard.
What you are referring to is that at the point of his death Ayrton believed the Benetton was illegal. There are many in the sport who still believe this to be so. And those that do, believe that Michael, knowing the car was illegal, had privately come to feel remorse and guilt over the fact he had been driving an illegal car in 1994. One that Senna could not beat.
I must of course state that such illegality was never proven, neither were such suggestions over Michael’s personal feelings ever admitted by the man himself.
As I said. These are simply feelings and beliefs that exist within some corners of the sport.
Understood. My feeling is that it didn’t “fit” in with the brilliantly written piece as speculation as to whether this has weighed on Michael’s mind or not for nearly 20 years should be a part of what is a remembrance of the life of Senna.
Not to get a bit off topic, but Damon Hill has mentioned the bumps leading up to Tamburello, Adrian Newey a possible puncture on the Willaims as the car had a snap oversteer and of course the steering column theory. Car set up has been mentioned before by several individuals including Hill who drove the same car. Even with all this, Senna was .9 faster than everyone else during that morning practice and .6 ahead of Schumacher at the time of the accident — a good place to be given the difficult nature to pass on that track.
Thank you for sharing your experiences and putting them into words for us to enjoy. I look forward to your work in the future.
PS: I just watched the piece you recorded last Summer when you drove an FF from Hungary to Maranello. As a life long tifosi, it brought goosebumps to me and my daughter who has watching F1 from the age of 3. I think I would have worn a tie when interviewing the Chairman. 😉
Amazing story Will. I really enjoy you an F1 television, but have a new respect for your skills.
Brilliant. Heart-wrenching and sad, but uplifting as well. No one could have said it better.
I photographed Ayrton at the three U.S. Grands Prix at Phoenix. I was in the garage with him
as he sat in the McLaren adjusting his mirrors. The second year, early Sunday morning I was in
pitlane as Aryton came strolling along, his driving suit about his waist, exposing his Senna T-shirt. I photographed him in this moment alone, no one about…and wanted to ask for his signature on my credential, then decided against disturbing his thoughts before the race.
Great story Slick!
[…] Senna (Will Buxton) Ninguém na minha escola entendia por que eu estava chateado. Eu era praticamente a única criança na minha classe que gostava da F1. Para muitos, era apenas uma piada. “What’s the difference between Ryan Giggs and Ayrton Senna?” “Giggs can take a corner”. Essa foi a única vez na minha vida que eu dei um soco na cara de alguém. […]
how you describe the day 20years ago how everything happen to you is in some way similar to probably many others… life changed and we keep that change alive..
I raced in Hockenheim last week and with proud and only on race day I wear my red “S” shirt and you recognize everybody looking on it and see them remembering something sad…
you found the right words and i´m thankfull you put them here!
my 8 year old daughter just asked me who is that man on this (video) picture and explaining it and saying the name of him just bring me to tears…
he is so dearly missed
Will, what an amazing tribute. One of the best I’ve had the privilege of reading.
I am only a couple of years younger than you but some of my fondest memories are of me, sitting with my late grandpa on his couch every single Sunday afternoon and watching F1. I can still hear Murray Walker shouting Senna’s name as he then describes how he just overtook someone.
I’m thankful that because of the aftermath and through the legacy Senna left, F1 drastically changed its outlook on a lot of things including safety, which was more of a passive subject beforehand. I just hate that Senna had to pay such a high price for change. F1 wasn’t the same after that, though in some ways that is a good thing but a tragedy nonetheless. To see the tributes pour in for this man 20 years later, goes to show how much he is truly still admired today.
I highly enjoy your work on NBC, I love the friendliness and respect you show the drivers, your personality shines and that goes a long way with us viewers. I hope you continue to be blessed and progress in your motor-sport career but I anticipate you remain in F1. You are doing an absolutely amazing job.
My thanks – to you.
[…] Senna, by Will Buxton […]
Hopefully my coworkers behind me do not notice my misty eyes over here. They would never understand. Thank you, Will. Thanks for sharing the story of the kart track, and “Uncle Ayrton” mentoring Bruno. That part was particularly heartwarming!
Will – what a wonderful way to make sense of this difficult day. I waited until 1 May to read this because I needed your levity on the subject. At the time I had a 10-foot satellite dish with C and KU bands and could find the F1 races if I looked deeply – which my partner and I always did. Races began at 4:30 in the morning and we always watched – and taped – them all. Seeing Doc Sid’s face (this was sound and graphics only, no commentators on the world feed) we knew and immediately broke out in tears. Just as Jimmy Clark moved millions to recall his majesty all these years forward, so, too, has Ayrton Senna da Silva captured our imagination. To think that they died 26 years and 24 days apart…
Thanks so much for your story. Hope to see you again someday…
Thank you Will. I was looking for a meaningful read about Senna and you absolutely delivered an incredibly moving piece. Senna is still my hero with posters in my office and a couple miniature models on my desk. I grew up in São Paulo and watched a few live races in interlagos which were some of the most cherished moments of my life. I can still remember the day and how sad the whole country was for the days and months following. After the news came out we and many other paulistas went to the streets looking for some kind of comfort in talking to each other in disbelief.
Thanks again and for the fantastic coverage and insight you provide us every race weekend. You are by far the best f1 reporter in the world. And now i can better understand what makes you so unique.
“the geeky kid at school whose friends didn’t understand why he loved racing cars and racing drivers”
This was me, I always would talk about F1 and car parts and my go-kart racing.
I am fifteen and was not lucky enough to be around when Senna raced. I am always looking for something new I did not know about him, You have given me more new knowledge and for that I thank you. I also feel that I have a purpose and a dream. I know what I want to do with my life, and I am working hard everyday to get closer to it.
Thank you for sharing and being an inspiration.
Thank you, Ayrton Littel
PS, Yes, that is my real name and I do not feel that I would be any more or less of a Senna fan with or without it.
There have been a lot of words written about Ayrton Senna in the last week or so, but this article is by far the best of the lot.
Thank you for your excellent first person account, and for attaching the videos.
Wow, such a beautiful piece. I’m a 14 year old girl, but my dad just got me interested in F1 racing, himself a big fan. I watched the movie about Senna a few days ago and was immediately captivated by him. I love this post, and it’s a fitting tribute to the great driver.
Truly a Phenomenal Story. Well Done!
Great tribute!
I watched the TV coverage of the ‘94 race at Imola. Sad weekend, without a doubt. In a way, it was sort of a physical metaphor for Don McLean’s song, American Pie.
I also watched the telecast of the 2000 race at Monza. In this day and age, public figures are often very guarded about their true feelings. Thus, Schumacher’s reaction when he tied Senna’s win total was unexpected. It was a momentary window into his real thoughts and, in spite of some of the questionable on-track things that he did over the years, showed the degree of esteem with which he held Ayrton Senna. It was a very poignant moment that worked to humanize the Michael Schumacher that we know…