Smoking with Michael Schumacher
We all have our personal heroes, and the top Formula One driver has always been one of my favorites
From the Print Edition:
Bill Murray, Nov/Dec 2004
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"No. I didn't think you could find them anymore," he said, looking slightly suspicious. "I would like to try one, though."
I stole the keys of my neighbor's All-Road Audi and sped down the dirt road towards my house, About halfway there, I began dreaming what it would be like if Schumacher was hot on my backside trying to pass as he always does on one of the tracks in Italy, such as Imola or Monza. After two minutes, I arrived at home, went to my cellar and grabbed a box of 1989 Davidoff No. 1's and a bottle of 1997 Montezemolo Barolo (perhaps a long-lost cousin of the then head of Ferrari). I raced back to the dinner without losing my way on the dark, dirt road.
Schumacher and Montezemolo, as well as the rest of the table, had already polished off a huge side of roasted pork. I poured the new wine and passed around the cigars. It didn't take long before a new euphoria swept over the table as we spoke about life's great pleasures.
Although I can't remember the exact conversation, I do recall that Schumacher enjoyed his Cuban Davidoff, and that he said something about looking him up next time I went to a Grand Prix -- something I have never done nor do I intend to do considering how busy he is during a race.
Schumacher remains a hero for me. He is a great cigar smoker and obviously someone who enjoys life to the fullest -- both on and off the track.
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