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The drivers say it's their only chance to chat amongst themselves and clear the air over past incidents.
So at the Hungaroring we'll see Ralf quietly get the stuffing knocked out of him somewhere round the outfield...
Really though - for the fittest sportsmen in the world after professional endurance cyclists, is it really that hard to nip to the garage next door for a chinwag over some red bull and biscuits?
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