It all started one day at Mosport. I was with a few buddies, sitting on the grass at Moss Corner (turn 5). After the start of a Formula Atlantic race, a few fans started to point with their arms. One of my buddies said "hey, did you see that? Watch this guy when he comes around again." The next lap, buried deep within the pack was this car.. slicing inside the braking line to take two cars on entry. Then he passed another car between 5a and 5b, before launching down the back straight, passing another car. By then, all the people sitting on the hillside were all pointing their arms, and murmuring amongst themselves. It was electric, an experience that cannot be scripted or expected. Each time he came around, everyone pointed at his car, everyone was leaning forward, and everyone was watching Gilles. This unknown car, this unknown driver has suddenly set the sky on fire, and gave the fans an experience they will never forget.
This was Gilles that day, and I consider myself honored to have witnessed such a great talent. He never drove to finish, he never drove with strategy in mind. He just raced, hard, each and every lap. And it was with such flair and nerve that it mesmerized the spectators. It really was special,and it electified anyone witnessing such a display of talent.
Of all the drivers I have witnessed over all my long years, Gilles is my absolute favorite. The little guy from Berthierville, Quebec, the man from humble beginnings drove for himself, and the fans. He was humble, yet confident in his abilities. He gave more back to the fans than anyone else, and set himself apart from the pack.
This man, without a doubt, was one of the greatest racers of all time. And when he died, an age of romance in racing died along with him.
Racing should be decided on the track, not the court room.
