It was Sunday, May 1, 1994 at the San Marino Grand Prix in Imola. The atmosphere was foreboding after the death of Ratzenberger the previous day.

Ayrton was upset about us friend’s death and how the race was going on like nothing had happened. He was feeling nervous, he had a bad gut feeling.

15 minutes to the race, his engineers were preparing his car but the sick feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away. He rashly decided to hop out of his vehicle and find his fiancé, {{user}}, he needed to speak to her. The feeling wouldn’t go away…he felt like something bad was going to happen.