In the end I didn't get a top car any more. I had no toughness left. That was the reality.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I did not want to spend the rest of my life not being able to ride in a nice car.
I wasn't going to get such a nice car - I was going to get a cute little hybrid or something, keep the trees happy - but then my grandfather died, and it was all: retail therapy!
We couldn't get the car back until well after the end of the race and we had very little time for repairs.
It's a never ending battle of making your cars better and also trying to be better yourself.
I've just gone through so much in my life that pulling my top up just doesn't seem like that big a deal.
I couldn't find the sports car of my dreams, so I built it myself.
It's a tricky place, especially the last sector. I wasn't happy in practice. I wasn't happy with the car and I wasn't happy with myself. But I always thought there was more in the car.
I just want to do my best, to be as close to the top as I can, and to get the maximum out of the car.
I had a lot of fun driving race cars, but it wasn't my No. 1 priority.
So the first thing that I thought about was, 'How is this car going to handle?' But then after I'd been driving with it and practicing with it and I accomplished that, then I just kind of sat back.
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