The 1982 Formula One season is a painful one for me.
Being a Canadian boy, Gilles was my hero...and I cried bitterly when I saw the TV pictures of his crash that Saturday in Belgium.
(I don't think i've cried since!)
I was a huge fan of not only Gilles, but of Formula One in general...but I couldn't bare to watch most of the races after that day (May 8th, if memory serves)...and the next one I watched was our own GP...and that too, unfortunately, had a fatal crash...right on the grid after the lights went to green!
I was a kid and immature at the time...but when I heard Pironi had crashed badly at Hockenheim, I was very happy.
Perverted, I know, but that's how I felt after the double blow that was Imola-Zolder.
I did see the finale' at Las Vegas...but the joy had been extinguised by then.
I finally got over my sadness and self-imposed exhile of watching GP races over that winter...and then started watching the races again at the start of the 1983 season.
As a wrap up of my little story, It was good to see Patrick Tambay win the San Marino GP at Imola in the Number 27 Ferrari that Spring...but that's a different year to this thread.