Why life speeds up as we get older?
Just look at him! He’s almost an adult, just a minute ago he was little boy on some silly skateboard.
Jules is going to speed up these days. Keep him in mind. Keep him in mind and in the corner of your eye.
food for thought | February 5th
Why life speeds up as we get older?
future fast | January 11th
Jules signed up for another year of building towards his F1 career.
He’s been flying around and “testing” as they say. Testing in a F3 car.
A different, faster and more complicated formula car than quote: ”the box with wheels of last year to manoeuvre,“ unquote.
‘The Car’ means a Dallara F312 F3 car conforming to the technical regulations for the 2014 FIA European Formula 3 Championship
Upcoming season, Jules will be driving RAW again. New colors, new design and under new supervision. Frits at Van Amersfoort Racing (aka VAR) will tame Jules’ driving spirits to manageable and controllable forces.
He seems to be doing well on this top level racing, nice as ever, driven to drive, homing in on his greatest wish, his wish to become a professional driver.
A new season, new dice, new cards, new chances, new faces.
Follow me and hope to C U around in 2014 at the FIA European Formula 3 Championship.
Thanks to all RAWRACINGTEAM people and a special thanks to our friends at G-Star RAW.
2012-2013 | October 2nd
Villeworks made this video about Jules and what he has been doing last year. Get an impression of a RAW racer’s life.
THE GRAND FINAL | September 16th
I just left a massive racing event. Temporary, yet wide, serious, static and megalomaniac. Big, bigger, grand. Forget taking an extra day to build your tent. Take a week. And 300 people. Forget crossing the track running with your camera in your hand and your fake fluorescent vest. Take your media-pass, your special jacket and get in a media-shuttle; they’ll drive you to that specific corner where you have to be. And forget walking in the mud. All Is Asphalt.
A race event with Formula BMW Talent Cup races (in which Jules competed) but also many other classes, the prestigious DTM class for instance.
This super strictly organized event was something I was happy I could spend my time on. Programs were followed. Rules were strict. Consequences were severe. And prizes were fierce. This event has nothing to do with the dilettante feeling karting has (something I haven’t been able to put my finger on up until now). No, this event resembles the Film Festival in Cannes. Where major directors, producers and actors meet. Where you have to somehow get into as a young and upcoming talent and have to be introduced to the right people at the right time. It’s like sowing in spring. Spring in autumn, at the end of the season. I hope Jules will have a good harvest next spring.
Because, in contrast to his actual racing results, he did do a good job. He was one of the top racers of the event, but didn’t win any prize at all. There were two pre-finals on Saturday. The first one Jules finished second and the other one he didn’t finish at all. He got in to a minuscule racing accident while battling for first position, something that was as short and as thin as lightning, but its impact was big enough to make it impossible for Jules to finish the race. Therefore he had to start 7th, last but one, and had a pretty impossible job to settle in Sunday’s final. (That final started at 08:30, by the way. We were present on the circuit around 6:15. Some call it early.) After a beautiful start first place got even more unattainable because time flew during a couple of laps behind the safety car. Jules just didn’t have enough time to climb all the way up. He did get to 4th which is quite a performance in itself. His overtaking was smooth, fast and had a certain elegance in it.
After that somewhat disappointing race (can’t help it) I opened my satellite ears. From all sides the same name was buzzing and whispering… Jules… Szym….kowiak. I am not exaggerating. He got compliments from very important and very unimportant people, people calling him a great talent, a beautiful sportsman, a serious driver. All I could do was blink and breath. I went back to the white BMW lounge. Ate. Drank. Waited. And went home. That’s how those things end. By the way this was the first event I’ve ever been to where the food was good. Coffee was good. Toilets were clean. OK, I sound like a grandmother now. Guys, thanks for reading. It has been a pleasant season. There’s more to come next year. A big year is awaiting, I can feel it. Stay posted, because we’ll be testing around some.