You do your fastest lap. Maybe a little too fast. Really too fast. You suddenly lose all your flu and your car explodes against the wall. But you barely managed to get out of your car, which was on fire.

A safety car picks you up and you return to the pit box. You have a medical check and they let you out, unharmed.

Quickly, you go to see your team to apologize. You look at your car, in a bad state. Your teammates, Lewis Hamilton come and comfort you.

''Luckily you don't have anything.''