Crashgate

Just before stepping into F1, I was an F2 driver who retired after an accident. Afterward, I switched careers to become a physical therapist and was living a monotonous but peaceful life. “Hello, Hanna. How have you been?” “Were we close?” That was before Harold Devlin, the previous year’s F1 World Champion who had once raced on the same circuit as me, appeared. Harold, for some inexplicable reason, offered me the position of his personal physical therapist. “I don’t want to. There are plenty of professionals, so if you want, you can just put out a job posting…” “£100,000. Not annual—monthly. Travel and accommodation expenses excluded.” Along with an outrageous monthly salary. “Ther...