so keke rosberg has a world championship, and a newborn son. he retires the sport a year after, the shadow of tragedy following him -- the fatal crash of his friend and f1 driver elio de angelis being the reason.
now keke has a blonde baby that looks like its mother and babbles in german. he bonds with his son in the language he knows best — no, not his mother tongue rusty with disuse — racing.
so he builds a track in their garden in ibiza and sticks his son in the two person kart beside him before he is old enough for the helmet to even fit properly.
keke takes nico to the last race of his career in DTM, in a smaller replica of his exact uniform. keke tells him to wave. the roar of the crowd terrifies nico. he can't. he wants to be a racing driver when he grows up.
and you know this part of the story. the boy follows in his father's footsteps. in the sport of nepotism, keke rosberg is the only world champion father who lives to see his son become a champion.
so nico rosberg has a world championship and a newborn daughter. he retires the sport a year after she is born. he knows the same fatality of the sport his father does, has experienced and lost firsthand.
now nico has a blonde baby that looks like its mother and babbles in german. nico wants to bond with her in every way he can. he wants to be hands on in every way.
he speaks 5 languages, went to an international school and both she and her sister are enrolled in the same one. he reads parenting books, has tea parties with them, and drops them to school.
the thought of his daughters following in his footsteps terrifies him, and he understands now why his mother could never stomach to watch a single race of his. this glorious unforgiving sport of his, and his father's, that doesn't care who it takes. and it seems unthinkable to put a child in a racecar, even though that was his childhood.
but if she really wanted, like he really wanted -- he would not deny it.
so he takes her to a indoor go kart track in monaco, in a helmet that's bigger than her. he's tucked right behind her, safe. they share so many languages in common, french growing up in monaco, german at home, english at school, some spanish from going to ibiza. and this -- although it's been a while since he's really spoken it, his father's language-- is one of them.
no because it’s about how when nico was fighting for the championship, he stopped cycling to lose half a kg of muscle from his legs that made him just a little bit faster and let him win the wdc. it’s about how kellog frosties are discontinued as a flavor. it’s about how nico and lewis are vegan now so they can’t eat pizza or ice cream.
not in the same way again.
yes, they can eat a vegan substitute but they’ll never be racing through italy with their best friend eating vanilla ice cream in hotel rooms they wreck together. they can have other flavours of cereal but they’ll never be 14 and in greece at 3 am eating frosties straight out of the box. they’ll unicycle again but never together. and they can be neighbours and share small talk and the same space but it’ll never be the same as go karting in prema with keke.
that time has gone and those kids with it and we can never have it back, not in that way again. they’ll never be kids again.
I am once again thinking about the context of Nico Rosberg and a huge part of that is examining Keke. So let’s talk about Keke.
Keke won the 1982 WDC as a kind of fluke of circumstance. He had one single win, the first driver to win the WDC with a single win since Mike Hawthorn back in the 50s. He was in no way tipped to be the winner and there were some very tragic circumstances that made him that winner. Most people do not rate him as a champion to this day.
In the 1982 season Gilles Villeneuve, one of the greats that should have had a championship, so much so that his son, Jacques, won it for him, died in the car. So did Ricciardo Paletti. Didier Pironi, another great talent people thought might win a championship, suffered a career ending accident. 1982 was maybe the most brutal, ugly championship of F1, ending an era where there were one or two deaths on the grid every year. It was the last year before the 1983 safety overhaul. Between 1983 and Roland Ratzenberger and Ayrton Senna’s deaths in 1994, there were no deaths in an F1 vehicle, except for Elio D’Angelis during testing in 1986.
Keke himself never thought much of his championship really. He attributes his success to “hard work rather than talent” and has always been aware that it was some skill, yes, but a great deal of luck (if it’s fair to call it that in the circumstances) that got him the win. Here’s a direct quote from a couple of years ago watching Nico race. “My wins don’t count any more. They are so long ago, I could have been a dentist. For me it doesn’t count anymore. It’s all about Nico.” While Nico was racing in F1, Keke also largely maintained a self-imposed media ban to avoid interfering in Nico’s career and limited his involvement in Nico’s racing to offering fatherly emotional support. Many pundits referred to him as a “Formula 1 recluse.”
When Nico won his world championship, Keke said of it that he believe Nico was lucky to win it. But he also said “Lewis has been lucky twice. Nico had been lucky once.” He later admitted to being surprised about Nico’s retirement from racing: “It came as a complete surprise. I heard it from my wife who received a text message from Nico that said 'say it to daddy'. It really felt like I got a slap in my stomach and I did not get any air for a while. That feeling fortunately did not last long, since I know that it is his life, choice and career. If he decided that it was time to leave, he would of course be free,"
So how might this have affected Nico’s outlook and philosophy as a driver? Well, we know that Nico was very much a grafter and a hard worker when it came to driving. Although his father never spent much time with data, he drove in a time where it was very limited, Nico poured over it and made it his speciality.
We also know, sadly, that death came back to Formula 1 just when Nico was racing for the championship. Although Jules Bianchi was very much a backmarker, he had his accident in 2014 and ultimately passed away in 2015, the year before Nico won his championship in 2016. Keke had seen many other drivers die, including friends and drivers with children. Nico himself had recently become a father and was deeply impacted by the knowledge of the danger of what he was doing and the ramifications for his children should he die in a car. He was aware of what it meant to be the worst kind of unlucky just as much as what it meant to be lucky. This probably contributed significantly to his decision to retire.