He is THE MAN.
Not only did he take his first Grand Prix win in Montreal yesterday, a year after being carted out of there on a stretcher after a 300 km/h smash-up which anyone who saw it was sure he'd never survive; but he made a mockery of his colleagues who were whining about the track surface.
Sure, it was awful, despite the best efforts of the organizers to seal the wayward asphalt.
But it was the same for everyone. He never put a wheel wrong (hello, Senor Two-Time World Champion Alonso) and drove to a magnificent victory.
Sure, he might not have been there if Lewis Hamilton hasn't NASCAR'ed Kimi Reikkonen in the pits. Or maybe he would have; given both of their penchants for off-roading recently, they might have done an Alonso too.
The point is, Kubica didn't. And he won.
Following up on his brilliant second place in rainy Monaco two weeks ago - the only one of the top drivers who never spun, never kissed a wall - well, I think that makes the Polish driver the new king of the traction-control-free Formula One era.
Good on him.