Formula 1 has been a part of my life from a young age. Ever since I was little, I’ve sat down and watched the races with my family every Sunday—not just because of the excitement of the sport, but to immerse ourselves in a world that couldn’t have been further from our own. The world of Formula 1 oozes luxury. Yachts, celebrity and champagne celebrations have long been a part of it all, and it would be wrong to suggest it doesn’t add to the appeal.
But as I got older and wiser, the glitz and glamour started to lose its magic. Instead of feeling the excitement I used to experience watching Michael Schumacher race around the streets of Monaco in that iconic red Ferrari, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
