strange title (I couldn't think of another
)...well, it's simple:
What is the furthest little piece of memory you have about F1? (maybe from when they were children, maybe a crash, maybe a long-awaited victory, maybe on a rainy and boring afternoon they changed the channel and watched some F1)
Personally (I don't want to say my age) the oldest F1 memory I have in my memory is that of a pretty lady (the driver's wife) at the Suzuka pit wall... holding a sign that indicated that her husband was world champion just as he crossed the finish line. That's it, nothing more, I remember in more detail the feeling of joy that this guy finally achieved it (but I didn't understand why, maybe my father understood it and transmitted the feeling to me). (I was a VERY small child, watching that scene on an old "wooden" TV with my little brothers while we had breakfast)
Asking my father many years later, he told me that in that year (I remember absolutely nothing), I supported the "red car and its NEW German driver" as a deranged extremist fanatic.
What I do remember are the subsequent years, of PURE BITTERNESS, divided between supporting the "red car and its German driver" and even a driver named Fontana... and in the end seeing a Canadian take the title away from the "red car". .. then the worst happened (remember that I was a child going to primary school), two years in a row seeing that a Finn and his black car took away the long-awaited championship from "the German guy" (literally, that gray and black car and the Finn for me at that time they were like Darth Vader, they were really to be feared)
until finally the long-awaited first title of the German driver arrived. I was 10 years old, I saw the race in the morning "rebroadcast" on the "old wooden TV" (
In other words, the station recorded the race and broadcast it at another, more convenient time, luckily at that time I didn't even know what the internet was), it was cloudy and I'm very nervous about that damn Finn. ...but in the end it happened, the German won, and I was jumping for joy (my more moderate father, he enjoyed the season more than if one driver or another won)
I had a "generally good" childhood, with a simpler life, and with less internet and no social networks. As the years went by...I obviously matured and started to enjoy F1 and racing more than waiting for ONLY one particular driver to win (you get bitter alone).
(in fact, over the years I began to deeply respect that damn flying Finn, he made the German pilot's victory even sweeter to enjoy)
I suppose that the new generations will experience something similar when LEQLERC obtains the championship from him.
And you, what is his story?
)...well, it's simple:What is the furthest little piece of memory you have about F1? (maybe from when they were children, maybe a crash, maybe a long-awaited victory, maybe on a rainy and boring afternoon they changed the channel and watched some F1)
Personally (I don't want to say my age) the oldest F1 memory I have in my memory is that of a pretty lady (the driver's wife) at the Suzuka pit wall... holding a sign that indicated that her husband was world champion just as he crossed the finish line.
That's it, nothing more, I remember in more detail the feeling of joy that this guy finally achieved it (but I didn't understand why, maybe my father understood it and transmitted the feeling to me). (I was a VERY small child, watching that scene on an old "wooden" TV with my little brothers while we had breakfast)Asking my father many years later, he told me that in that year (I remember absolutely nothing), I supported the "red car and its NEW German driver" as a deranged extremist fanatic.
What I do remember are the subsequent years, of PURE BITTERNESS, divided between supporting the "red car and its German driver" and even a driver named Fontana... and in the end seeing a Canadian take the title away from the "red car". .. then the worst happened (remember that I was a child going to primary school), two years in a row seeing that a Finn and his black car took away the long-awaited championship from "the German guy" (literally, that gray and black car and the Finn for me at that time they were like Darth Vader, they were really to be feared)
until finally the long-awaited first title of the German driver arrived. I was 10 years old, I saw the race in the morning "rebroadcast" on the "old wooden TV" (
In other words, the station recorded the race and broadcast it at another, more convenient time, luckily at that time I didn't even know what the internet was), it was cloudy and I'm very nervous about that
I had a "generally good" childhood, with a simpler life, and with less internet and no social networks. As the years went by...I obviously matured and started to enjoy F1 and racing more than waiting for ONLY one particular driver to win (you get bitter alone).
(in fact, over the years I began to deeply respect that
I suppose that the new generations will experience something similar when LEQLERC obtains the championship from him.
And you, what is his story?
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