All my life, Niki Lauda has been in the back ground. Part legend obviously; a recurring joke when we played a board game,
Flutter and if you purchased the airline, we'd all start saying "I'm Niki Lauda" in that accent). The much repeated story of people on the flights and he would announce he was in the cockpit, listened to with envy. And of course, the story of disaster and come back. A true world champion three times over, but a legend that eclipsed even that.
I have seen him many times in real life, at races and at the Opera House (as tourist). Without fail I'd have a flurry of excitement, and blush and be rendered mute if in very close proximity.
It will be very weird not to look for that iconic red cap in the pits.
However, he is a reminder that you can live your life doing what you love into your later years. With grit and determination, and never giving up, you can achieve whatever you need to.
And that is exactly the message I needed to hear today.
The world of F1 is saddened today, and the fans know all too well they don't make them like that anymore.
Linking with #MySundayBest with my OLD photo on Niki Lauda from the Monaco GP in the 90's (and if you haven't seen
Rush, check it out!)