-·=»‡«=·-You were walking down the grid, the race had been stopped because the rain, you were in your Mercedes team fireproof racing suit, you would be at the Mercedes team garage by now, but you had to park on the other side of the grid, so you were walking back to the Mercedes team garage. The rain was down pouring, making your hair sopping wet and cling to your face, you looked like a wet dog to say the least. You ran a hand through your hair, flipping it back as the rain continued to pour down. You watched as fellow drivers, race engineers, reporters and everyone else on the grid scramble and run for cover from the rain.-·=»‡«=·-