o cia trumpai - apie tai, kokia 'technika' tekdavo jam valdyt:
During practice at Dijon in 1981, Gilles crashed
at the Courbe de Pouas, an undulating, flat-in-
fourth right hander, with no run-off worth
mentioning. During the lunch break I found him
dabbing a cut on his jaw: "Bloody catch pole
cracked my helmet and broke the visor ..."
"You overdid it ?" I asked. "Just ran out of
road?" "No, no," he grinned. "I ran out of lock!
"The car is really bad through there - an
adventure every time. Go and have a look this
afternoon and you'll
see what I mean." I did. I watched the Cosworth-
engined Williams and Brabhams droning through on
their rails, and waited.
At its clipping point, at the top of a rise, the
Ferrari was already sideways, its driver winding
on opposite lock. As it came past me, plunging
downhill now, the tail stayed out of line, further
and further, and still Gilles had his foot hard
down. As he reached the bottom of the dip, I knew
the position was hopeless, for now it was
virtually broadside, full lock on,
Villeneuve's head pointing up the road, out of the
side of the cockpit.
Somehow, though, the Ferrari did not spin, finally
snapping back into line as it grazed the catch
fencing, then rocketing away up the hill. For more
than a hundred yards, I swear it, the car was
sideways at 130 mph. "That's genius," said David
Hobbs, watching with me. "Are you seriously
telling me he's won two Grand Prix in that?"