Kubica doing well

It seems that, after his rally crash yesterday, Kubica's first words on regaining consciousness were to ask if his navigator was OK. I already like the guy a lot - he just went up even further in my estimation.

It seems that the armco that he crashed into penetrated the car, causing much of his damage, including a partially severed hand needing 7 hours of surgery. The signs are apparently promising though, although he may need additional operations to sort out his knee and shoulder.

Original suggestions that he would be out of F1 for a year now seem to be an over-estimation, but Renault Team Chief Eric Bouillier has said it will be a couple of months at least. Clearly, at this stage, these can only be guesses, until Kubica starts to recover.

Renault now have the tricky problem of deciding who to put in the car in Kubica's absence. Grosjean and Senna are their 3rd drivers, but neither are likely to perform at anywhere near the level Kubica would have. It'll be interesting to see what they decide on.

Most important is that Kubica recovers fully as past as possible. He may have lost out on a chance this year, but the guy is still a future World Champion and decent chap. It's been heartening to see the support from his fellow drivers, and from F1 fans worldwide.

If the volume of good wishes has healing powers, he should be back on track in no time.

(Mixtape tonight - Currently Carmine Apice & Brian May, "Nobody Knew". Rock!)

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