The Day I Met Alain Prost.

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Meeting Alain Prost, the famous French Formula One racing driver at a party in France...

Submitted: July 18, 2016

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The Day I Met Alain Prost.


By: Oswaldo Martinez Aviles


We were invited, my wife and I, to a party while we were in France. We arrived around seven o’clock at a beautiful house just outside of Paris; not recognizing anyone, we started wandering around this gorgeous place, admiring the wooden floors, the antique tables on colorful oriental rugs, and the fascinating paintings on the paper-covered walls when I saw him, the professor, monsieur Alain Prost himself. He seemed to be wandering as well so I told Carmen, my wife, “Let’s go meet him”, but she had found a couple of friends and told me to go by myself, which I did.


I introduced myself, but noticed that Alain was a bit apprehensive, so instead of talking about Formula One, I asked in English, as I barely speak French, if he knew the host, to which he replied, “Yes, we are good friends. We go way back, to when we raced go karts.” I smiled and mentioned that cars have been my passion since I can remember, but for different circumstances I wasn’t able to fully fulfill that desire in me. He nodded as if understanding what I was saying. I changed the subject and asked him if he liked art, he said yes, so I mentioned that my mother and an uncle of mine had been very accomplished painters and that they are now gone, but left a huge legacy for the world to enjoy. I told him that my uncle lived in Paris for most of his life and that one of his paintings was at that very house. Alain asked me where and we proceeded to the next room.


Alain was very charming, a down-to-earth person, and even though he is not tall, well to be fair, neither am I, we never felt uncomfortable, far from it. As time passed, we bonded like two guys who new each other for many years, even though we had just met that evening.
Inevitably, the conversation drifted toward cars and what we like. He told me he was driving a new Renault Clio and was enjoying it a lot, that it was a nice car to drive, especially on roads like the ones surrounding the house we were at, so in a spur of the moment, he asked me if I would like to go for a drive with him—my eyes opened in excitement; I was about to go for a drive on beautiful French suburban roads with Alain Prost! Of course I said yes, so we went outside, and as we were climbing into this little bright yellow Clio Sport, I woke up…


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