Seems there's a very large group of us introduced by our dads!
Ever since I can remember there was always motor racing of some form on the TV. We all knew from the time we were old enough to understand that there was one weekend in October that we did NOT disturb Dad at all! I grew up hearing Dad talk about Brocky and Moffat and Alan Jones and Sir Jack Brabham (and woe betide you if you forget the "Sir"!).
But it wasn't just on the TV - one of my earliest memories is of my mum taking me and my little sister, in our dressing gowns, out to the local servo which was serving as the official start for a local rally that Dad was competing in. Those were the days when rallies were started at night, after dark, and went on til 2 or 3 in the morning. Can't do that nowadays...
When I started to get a bit bigger, I was able to sit through the races more readily, and Dad would explain it to us. We would watch all the V8 supercar races, and every year, the Australian Grand Prix. I have some very vague memory of Mika Hakkinen winning.
Soon I started to watch it by myself, with no encouragement from Dad. I picked Lowndsey as my driver.

I enjoyed watching the racing, and you know what? To this day, I can't really say why I love motorsport so much. It's everything. It's the speed, the competition, the risk, the thrill, the courage, the danger. It takes more balls to tackle Eau Rouge flat than to run at some other big guy with a football in hand.
I first really started paying attention to F1 in 2002 when, would you believe it, this sweet little Aussie kid brought a hunk of junk Minardi home in the points at Albert Park! I remember to this day my Dad jumping up and screaming when Salo spun! After that Dad started watching it a lot more religiously than he had been in years (he was a Damon Hill fan), and I would always ask him for the results the next morning (because I was too young to be allowed to sit up that late!). I can remember foolishly showing my joy and confidently predicting a win at the 2004 Malaysian Grand Prix when Mark stuck it on P2...er, oops. I still had much to learn.
It wasn't til I was in college (17/18 years old) that I was allowed/able to sit up and watch some more of the races. I distinctly remember the groans of horror when Mark's engine let go at Monaco 2006...he could have won that for sure. And I remember taking bets with my Dad all through 2006 about how many laps Mark's engine would last. That was an atrociously horrible year.
I didn't start to get really obsessed with it until the Nurburgring 2007. So much happened in that race that I needed to know the answer to. I got to see Markus Winkelhock lead a grand prix!

I remember nearly falling off my couch in the dying laps - when Fernando and Felipe nearly collided, I thought for sure they would wipe each other out, and then Mark would win! Haha, oh dear.
But to address one common misconception: No, I don't watch F1 for the pretty boys. The fact that my favourite drivers happen to be good-looking is purely coincidental. My criteria for admitting someone to my favourites list is pretty strict nowadays. I got burnt once. Never again.
What can F1 do to market to women: Don't promote female drivers who do bikini shoots to get sponsors for a start. For seconds, grid boys don't work. For thirds, I don't really give a rats' about the grid girls - but I do like the US NASCAR way of having soldiers on the grid! For fourths - all right, I'll admit this one - do a shirtless (or better yet, naked!) calendar for charity. List of drivers to be excluded: Maldonado, Barrichello, Buemi. Sorry guys.
And for lasts, stop judging the WAGs on how pretty they are or how old they are. Judge them instead on how awesome they are. Some airhead singer bird? Not awesome. Ann Neal? Kickassly awesomely cool.
One last thing:
PLEASE DON'T ACT LIKE GIRLS ONLY WATCH SPORTS FOR HOT GUYS, IF YOU SIT THERE AND PERV OVER GIRLS IN CERTAIN SPORTS.
This double standard bugs me the most. In some places, there are whole threads devoted to grid girls, but apparently it's not allowed to drool over a driver. (The same double standard applies in figure skating and peeves me even more - apparently I only watch the men's competition for the "nice backsides" (well, they are nice) and not the technical merit, but when asking the same male person why they watch the ladies' competition..."Oh you know, cute young girls in short skirts!" Uh huh. RIIIIIIIIIIIGHT.)
Edited by karne, 24 January 2012 - 12:37.