My condolences to Jenson and his entire family. Since I’ve been a follower of Formula 1, Jenson’s dad has been such a staple of the paddock. A true racing father, letting his son live his own dream in his own way, while just coming along for the ride.
Even though I just follow the sport as a fan, John’s loss still has impact.
It is Saturday 17th October 2009, at about half past ten at night in Sao Paulo. Our Brazilian taxi driver has taken my travelling room-mate and I to the wrong hotel and it’s going to take a while to order another one, so we go to the hotel bar and order a glass of wine.
There, we bump into John Button… sat alone, lost in his thoughts, no doubt contemplating what lay ahead of his son in the morning of a day when he would be crowned world champion. Always Jenson’s most ardent supporter, John barely missed a day of his son’s career. And October 18th would mark the culmination of their incredible journey.
John invited us over that night, as if he was glad to have the company to take his mind away from his thoughts. And there we sat, spoke and laughed long into the night.
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