1988 F1 Season [upd] Today

The race was chaos. Senna led from the start, but his engine began misfiring on lap 35. Prost closed in. Lap 42, the Lesmo corners: Prost pulled alongside. For two corners, they ran side-by-side, wheels almost touching, carbon fiber whispering against carbon fiber. Then Prost backed off. Not because he was afraid. Because he had done the math. If they crashed, he would lose the title, too. Senna held on to win with a dying engine, coasting over the line as smoke poured from the rear.

At Silverstone, Prost complained of a "lack of grip" and finished second to Senna. At Hockenheim, Senna's engine blew while leading, and Prost won again. The points gap widened. Prost, the mathematician, knew that even with Senna winning the remaining races, he could clinch the title by finishing second. Senna, the artist, only knew that he had to win everything. 1988 f1 season

What happened next is the stuff of myth. Senna drove like a man possessed. Lap after lap, he broke the track record. He unlapped himself. He unlapped himself again. By lap 27, he was in second place, directly behind Prost. The race was chaos

Senna smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Then don't get in my way." Lap 42, the Lesmo corners: Prost pulled alongside