Time is really a relatively exact dimension, and nowhere is this clearer than in racing. Fractions of a second, only perceptible with the help of high-tech measuring instruments, decide victory or defeat, triumph or tragedy. But what exactly happens before things get this far? The last hour before the start is paradoxical – both too short and too long. Seconds trickle by, minutes melt away. Formula One, that so very meticulously measured adventure, suddenly evades our internal timekeeper. And yet, shortly before the Australian Grand Prix in March, Nico Rosberg shows no signs of stagefright. "Not anymore, not after 128 Formula One races!", says the Mercedes star pilot with a shrug. The countdown begins.
80 minutes before the start of the race Rosberg has just returned from the driver's parade. In it the pilots meet normal mortals from the public. Now he shows himself totally relaxed, speaks on the phone with girlfriend Vivian, lies down to rest for a moment .