It seems like an absolute lifetime ago now that I was taking my driving lessons and learning how to drive. It’s one of those things that really makes you step back and realise how quickly time is going! As with most teenagers in the UK, I started learning to drive when I was 17, my lessons kindly being a birthday present from my parents. Although I’m heavily into Motorsport and cars now, I wasn’t at the time – driving what just something I wanted to do because I wanted my independence as an 18 year old and learning to drive was the next logical step.
If you follow me on Twitter, you *may* have noticed that I like Formula 1. A lot. You will be inundated with my obsessive tweeting every Formula 1 weekend which range from me frantically trying to find out when the race will be put on catch up to declaring my love for Jenson Button. I’ve not been a motorsport fan for very long – compared to some of my lovely F1 friends I’ve met who have been dedicated fans since they were little – in actual fact, it’s been no time at all. But, since my first glimpse of F1, when my boyfriend set his alarm for 5:30 in the morning to watch the first practice session in Malaysia last year, my interest has piqued and it hasn’t stopped since. I absolutely adore every aspect of Formula 1 as a sport and have made a huge effort to find out as much as I can about the cars, the teams and drivers and the history of this incredibly exciting, intimidating and captivating sport. And this year, I experienced my very first event! Which will hopefully be the first of many.