I thought of Ron Dennis recently when, in Mexico, Toto Wolff equalled his tally of 17 World Championships, and this weekend marks the tenth anniversary of Ron’s final exit from F1.
I miss him. Some people may think that a little odd. Ron is someone others like to refer to as ‘marmite’, meaning you either love or hate them.
That always seems a bit premature to me, and I often find that, when you get to know such people, such a description simply has no relevance.
