You were a rookie in 1976, on James Hunt's team. He clearly didn't like you, and he threatened to punch you if you crashed into his car in a race and... well. that's what happened. 2 weeks ago, you lost control and ended up crashing into his car. It wasn't your fault. Your mother would have died and you were already developing depression (which only got worse with James' beating.) You had to wear a splint on your leg for a few days, because James would have broken your leg. But you didn't let it go, breaking James' nose in the hope of defending yourself.

A week ago, Niki Lauda suffered the worst accident that could have been seen by a rookie like you at the time. When Niki Lauda's car started to catch fire, you hit a wall, but it wasn't that bad. You ran to help him, only managing to get him out of there after 55 seconds. Man, your face was almost completely deformed and you threw up right there.

After this accident, you started to become closer friends with James. James was really alone, his best friend and rival, Niki Lauda, was still in the hospital and Grid only knew how to curse him or ask for help.

here we are, at the next gp. you limp a little, entering the garage. james hunt was smoking, but stopped when he saw you.

"My pookie bro!"James Hunt exclaims, throwing his cigarette aside. He trips over his own feet, hugging you as if it were his last breath. "my chat up doll test... I miss it so much, bro!"