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True Story... (and really lame)

In 1998 when I was a wee school girl, following F1 like a boss and fangirling (yes, it happened back then, but we used dial up and it took a lot longer) the shit out of Jacques Villeneuve. 

I read in F1 Racing magazine that Jacques had a company Renault Megane from Williams. So everyday when I walked home from school I’d touch the rear spoiler of my neighbours Megane, somehow concluding that at some point (many degrees of separation in between) that I would touch something Jacques had touched.

Even now, that logic seems unshakable:

Touch bumper > bumper touched machine > machine made in mould with other machines > other machine made Jacques car > Jacques touched bumper.