I've been watching Formula One since I can remember.  I am 22 years old and I can still remember May 1st, 1994.  I was eight years old and I don't think I have ever cried so hard in my life.  That was the day I never thought would come, the day my immortal hero was gone, the day Ayrton Senna left this world.

With Senna's death, the F1 world seem to have a black hole that couldn't be filled. Michael Schumacher burst into the scene that same year and took the next two championships, but then came an era of non-spectacular, non-charismatic champions like Damon Hill, Jacques Villeneuve, and Mika Hakkinen.  Finally, in 2000, we saw Schumi back on top and in 2001 came a driver who looked like he could have some legendary battles with the German, Juan Pablo Montoya.