The story began not at the first race in Brazil, but in a cold Honda factory in Tochigi the previous winter. Alain Prost, the Professor, sat calmly as engineers showed him the telemetry. "Fourteen percent more downforce than last year's car," they said. Prost nodded, already calculating. He knew the car was a masterpiece. He also knew that his new teammate, a fierce-eyed Brazilian who prayed before races, would treat it like a weapon, not a tool.
He climbed out, furious, and tried to push the car back onto the track himself. Marshals had to physically restrain him. Prost won again. In the press conference, Prost said, "Sometimes you must know the limit." Senna, watching on a monitor back in the garage, threw a helmet against the wall. 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." The story began not at the first race