Memories of John

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.
RIP- John.

The Buxton Blog

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.

Conversation swirled…

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Another brilliant article by Will Buxton. I’m super glad that he’s still in Formula 1 commentary, personally.
This article encapsulates our feelings on the weekend’s events, perfectly. Give it a read, and give him some feedback. He deserves it.

The Buxton Blog

Yep, you guessed it. It’s another opinion on the fallout from the Malaysian Grand Prix. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to just blast something out in the immediate aftermath. I wanted to take the flights home to think about it.

I barely slept last night. Jetlag accounted for part of that. The rest was the final ten laps in Malaysia and, in particular, the podium ceremony, press conference and interviews that followed.

It was all just such a load of self-deprecating “woe is me” crap. Wasn’t it?

Three drivers, supposedly three of the greatest in the world, all looking genuinely miserable at the thought of being ranked as the best on their day, in their arena.

For me, none of them had any reason to be ashamed of their days or their results. But for the pantomime they played out post race in front of a global television audience…

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