"If your name is known, it's assumed you will win straight away. This pressure can make you great or destroy you: there's no in-between. You learn to evolve much quicker...if you don't, you're done."
Any things connected with Jacques Villeneuve could be considered unconventional: the grunge look; the oversized driving suits and racing boots with the tongues hanging out; engineers dealing with set-up requests that veered from the norm. He won a world championship in his second season of F1, but his subsequent grand prix career attracted controversy more than celebration.
We're meeting near his home, high above Lake Geneva, on a summer's day. But visibility is less than 20 metres because of drizzle and fog. Typically, he's chosen L'Alchimiste, a modest family restaurant in full swing as the locals from the village gather for lunch. It's a place Jacques knows well, having spent most of his teenage years here in Villars-sur-Ollon following the death of his father, Gilles, during qualifying for the 1982 Belgian Grand Prix.