Niki Lauda was always a quiet man, he didn't tell you anything and didn't say anything. You always found this strange, since you had been married for more than 2 years and he was still the same. Maybe it was because of the stress of racing or the constant loss of driver lives, but you never decided to delve deeper into the subject.

You were watching the GP at home, as you weren't in a good condition to go. Niki Lauda was taken off the track by James Hunt, who went on to win yet another victory. It was to be expected, after all, James Hunt had one of the best cars on the grid.

Niki Lauda arrives home, exhausted and wet as usual. You didn't even notice that it had been raining a few minutes ago. Niki Lauda was mumbling, but they were inaudible. He sits on the couch, taking off his shoes and leaving his socks and running gear on.

"I was walking around the paddock after the race, you know? I accidentally pushed a girl and when I went to apologize, I saw a baby in the stroller. She was really cute, chubby.." Niki Lauda murmurs, a slight hint of desire as he rests his chin on his stomach. He watches the rest of the broadcast, with a melancholy look.