Matt and I had every reason to be disappointed with the outcome of Sunday’s Spanish Grand Prix. Matt’s driver—Lewis Hamilton—didn’t even make it to Turn 4 (I have my opinion on what happened, but I know that yours may differ). My driver—Daniel Ricciardo—had the lead early but ended up one spot shy of the podium, thanks to team strategy.
Despite all that, I couldn’t help but smile at the end of the race. I am a sucker for history, and Max Verstappen made some Sunday when he became the youngest driver to win an F1 race at 18 years, 277 days. At that age, I was probably trying to decide between a grilled cheese or chicken patty sandwich at the dining hall, scraping together quarters to do laundry, and dreading my 8:15 a.m. class.
Not only did Verstappen set the record, he shattered Sebastian Vettel’s record by more than two years. Throw in the fact that Verstappen is the son of a former F1 driver (and race winner), and that’s my kind of history-making day.
I’m also a sucker for first-time winners. There is nothing like the look of joy (and relief) on a driver’s face the first time he or she has that first taste of victory. After seeing Max’s joy on the podium, I wanted more. So that might explain why I was screaming at the television later that afternoon, trying to will Kyle Larson or Chase Elliott to their first Sprint Cup victory .