And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension.

When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.

Racing, competing, it's in my blood. It's part of me, it's part of my life; I have been doing it all my life and it stands out above everything else.

Being second is to be the first of the ones who lose.

Then suddenly something just kicked me. I kind of woke up and realised that I was in a different atmosphere than you normally are. My immediate reaction was to back off, slow down.

You must take the compromise to win, or else nothing. That means: you race or you do not.

Each driver has its limit. My limit is a little bit further than others.