It wasn't really until late in 1997 that I got seriously into it. I think the first time I was allowed to stay up past my bedtime was to watch a race. Someone also gave me a copy of F1 Racing from that year. I still have it; Schumacher and Villeneuve were on the cover, with the title BATTLE OF THE CENTURY in big, bold letters. I never really read the articles except for the race reports; I just looked at the pictures during recess and lunch. I do remember the school bully catching me reading it. There was a picture of a woman with rather large breasts sitting on the nose of a Jordan. The bully told me to show the picture to his friend, or else he'd tell the teacher that I had dirty pictures at school. I showed him, but ot out of fear - the woman's breasts had never even occurred to me. I thought he was interested in the cars.