1988 F1 Season __hot__ -

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.

"Rules are rules," Prost said to the cameras. 1988 f1 season

On Saturday morning, Prost walked into Senna's driver room. No cameras. No engineers. Just the two men. "Ayrton," Prost said, leaning against the doorframe. "We are going to crash into each other. It's inevitable. But it doesn't have to be here." What happened next is the stuff of myth

Qualifying was dry. Senna took pole. Prost lined up second. On the formation lap, Prost looked across at the red-and-white car. He knew what Senna would try. A dive. A prayer. A moment of absolute commitment that only he was willing to make. He unlapped himself

The start was clean. Senna led into the first corner. Prost tucked behind, waiting, measuring. Lap 1, the Casio Triangle chicane. Senna braked later than physics should allow. Prost, caught off guard, understeered slightly and tapped Senna's rear wheel. The Brazilian's car snapped sideways, then spun into the gravel trap. Prost continued, his front wing askew.