It's strange, but on this very sad day the first thing that comes to mind, about the dearest Alex Zanardi, is a laugh. It was May 9, 1993. The Formula 1 Grand Prix had just been held in Barcelona. As was customary at the time, on the evening of the same day of the race, a plane brought the Ferrari team, the Minardi team and the local chronicler back from the event site in Bologna. That was me. On that occasion, the group was joined by a Bolognes…
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It's strange, but on this very sad day the first thing that comes to mind, about the dearest Alex Zanardi, is a laugh. It was May 9, 1993. The Formula 1 Grand Prix had just been held in Barcelona. As was customary at the time, on the evening of the same day of the race, a plane brought the Ferrari team, the Minardi team and the local chronicler back from the event site in Bologna. That was me. On that occasion, the group was joined by a Bolognes…