2002

Up til that point, I had seen a lot of processional races. A lot of races where a driver I didn't like, had won. A lot of processional races, where a driver I didn't like, had won. But I never complained. Not once in 12-14 years of watching F1. That's just how life goes.

But 2002 was a whole other story. Consider the races are on late at night here. I distinctly remember lap 22 of the Belgian GP.

"Lap 22! When is this **** going to end???"

It was the first time I EVER thought like that about a GP, or any race. Afterwards, when it suited, the thought and act of skipping watching a race, became less of a big deal.

It didn't break me. But it did give me a solid dent.