F.1 absolute debut with Footwork in a test at Paul Ricard. Precious advices of the lamented Michele Alboreto in a so important day for me. Eddie Jordan: the man who first made me rise and fall the following day (read the full story on my book). In Adelaide for the third and last race with Jordan before my sacking. My first damage to a F.1 single seater: broken nose after hitting hard a kerb. Andrea de Cesaris, myself and two showgirls on shift while we sing to Eddie Jordan "Non ti scordare di me" ("Do not forget me"). Between Roberto Boccafogli, Alessandro Nannini and Renato Ronco while I am receiving the first "Casco d'Oro" award. Briatore calls me test driver, more in word than in deed. Only at the end of the season I begin to test really. In the middle of'92 I obtain a contract with Minardi for a substitution of the injuried Fittipaldi. In action at Silverstone. At Hockenheim with my uncle, Ferrari's technician. I sign for Lotus. My first time in this cockpit. First race in South Africa, together with Johnny Herbert. In action at "my own" Imola. My head as strong as that of the rhino painted on the helmet. Light motive of '94: mechanics work on Lotus, it was always broken! I have always experimented a lot with helmet colours: oh dear this colouring was really awful. As beautiful as fragile. Very few satisfactions from a scarcely competitive Williams. No f... thing is working! A picture with a champion... guess, which one? After so many years, I am back on a F.1. Am I touched (or yawning?!?) If I can fit in, I wont get out quite soon! In action at Valencia 18 laps and the chronometer says that I am not so far!