rowing up introducing myself to older people (especially middle-aged dads) they would always make the same joke about my name: “Ah so you are the guy underneath that helmet.” Or they would say they’d always wanted to know who the real Stig was and now they finally knew. I never really understood, but even as a seven-year-old, if a lot of different people keep on joking or giving compliments about your name, you start to wonder who this other “Stig” is that they are talking about. So after dozens of these comments, I went to my mom and asked her who this Stig is that everyone mentions when they hear my name. She told me that there is a very fast driver who drives around in cool
