Saw Norris took the Dutch Grand Prix, second consecutive win. Got me thinking about that teen who used to hang around my King’s Cross spot. He’d carry a tattered Norris keychain, ramble about Zandvoort’s banked turns while I strummed my guitar. Last winter, when security tried to boot me off mid-set and I refused, he stood in front of me holding his keychain like a tiny shield. Heard he’s now volunteering at local karting tracks, helping kids learn to race. Victory’s not just crossing the line. Sometimes it’s sticking around long enough to see someone else chase their own.