Surviving to Drive: A Year Inside Formula 1

by Guenther Steiner

I went out for a meal last night and I was approached by two American guys from New York. ‘Hey, Guenther,’ they said. ‘Could we get a selfie with you?’ ‘Sure, guys,’ I said. ‘I take it you are here for the Grand Prix?’ ‘Fok, no,’ they said. ‘We’re here for the sex and drugs!’ At least they were honest.