The first F1 race I properly watched was the European Grand Prix at Donnington Park in 1993. I was 13, and had been aware of F1 before through Mansell’s struggles down the years. I didn’t really appreciate exactly what Senna was doing, having missed the first lap. But what stayed with me was what Damon Hill was managing to do with Williams in only his 3rd race with the team, and how Rubens Barrichello was making quite an impression in only his third race before being cruelly robbed of a maiden podium. I was hooked from then on, despite many of the races in the mid 1990s on reflection being more like Bahrain 2010 on a regular basis than the spectacle offered by F1 in 2011. I’ve always found a race a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. As a result I’m spending my Stag weekend at the Spanish Grand Prix next month!