A letter to Stefan Bellof

Dear Stefan,

This wasn’t meant to be a letter to you, but that’s how it turned out. And if there’s one thing that I learned during my visit to your hometown Giessen one rainy December afternoon, and also from the conversation I had with your brother Georg, it was that life doesn’t always turn out the way we plan for it to. So, instead of the straightforward prose that I was expecting as a result of this conversation, I have this letter instead. Like I said, it’s just the way things turn out sometimes.

I think you should...