My husband, David Myers, embodied a boundless vitality and passion in everything he pursued. Whether immersed in the art of cooking and exchanging recipes or indulging in his love for biking and sharing tales of adventure, his enthusiasm and generosity of spirit knew no bounds.
It was a lot of fun and I felt really good in the car. It’s always very special to have these kind of days because they don’t happen that often where it all goes perfect and you are at one with the car.
Many had prematurely counted Rafael Nadal out a decade ago, yet he persisted, earning my profound respect and admiration. I understand the immense challenge of sustaining peak performance, especially in the face of injury setbacks.
On numerous occasions over the last 40 years, I’ve sat in for Steve when he was on holiday and I’m still finding it hard to come to terms with why I’m sitting in for him for just one final day today.