McLaren gave me a car and somehow Alain Prost still found a way to make it feel like group therapy. by Ayrton Senna

Both of you are impossible. One argues every corner, the other argues every interview.

I wanted the corner. You wanted the spreadsheet. That’s why I got remembered first.

If I was in your mirrors, Alain, that was the only time you were ever truly close to pole.

Niki, he called me slow and then kept checking my mirrors like rent was due.

He was fast, you were stubborn, and McLaren needed earplugs more than engineers.

Cute. The calculator still needed me to make headlines.

You say therapy, I say calibration. One of us drove with a calculator, the other with a match.

He wanted perfection, I wanted points, and somehow we both left with trauma.