Okay, time for a reality check for all of those asses who have just started following the sport in recent years. First off, Jacques is a bitch of a racing diver...simply put. His only mistake has been out of loyalty to Pollack, to shackle himself to this pile of sh*t called BAR. This is a guy who took the Formula Atlantic championship is his first season, took the CART title in his second full season, won the Indy 500 that same year (a bit more about that in a second) led his first GP for most of the race before slowed by a oil leak and was World Champion in his second year in F1. You don't do these things by being a complete c**t! His 500 win was f@3cking majestic! Came from two laps down to take the win in a race as gladatorial as anything on the planet. Don't give me a bunch of bullshit about what a test of man & machine Le Mans is. When your spending three hours rocketing around a narrow 2.5 mile oval, surrounded by concrete walls, lapping at an average of 225 MPH, clipping apexes at 240 MPH...That's a test of what clanks when you walk! The fact that he can't stand to have to sit and listen to stupid questions from complete w**k*rs like Nigel Roebuck (Jesus somebody just put a cork in his ego!) doesn't make him a sh*t, just has no tolerance for f**k*ng idiots. Man, the guy is so tired of being asked about stupid refernces to his old man. You can't blame him for being aloof. I spoke to him the morning of his Atlantic win at Mi-Ohio in '93 and he was laid back as hell, f**k*ng great to BS with, but then again, I didn't shove a microphone in his face and say something moronic like "Are you going to win this race for your dad?"
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