Lewis definitely has a slew of memorable races in his relatively young career, for reasons both good and bad, but there is one race that will forever stick out in my memory.
The 2008 Chinese Grand Prix. It certainly wasn't the most exciting GP ever staged, but I remember it as one of Lewis' most dominant, flawless drives, and evidence of what this guy can do when he's got a great car underneath him. Not to mention exercising the demons from the year before.
I remember this one for personal reasons as well, and these memories are probably more vivid than the race itself. As I stumbled into the living room at 2:30 AM to discover that the TV/Cable combination was experiencing technical difficulties, I quickly awoke into a slight panic. This couldn't be happening. There was only one other option, check the bedroom TV. Amazingly, the wonderment of light and sound filled the room. But there was still one more obstacle. How could I possibly enjoy this seriously tense end-of-the-year Grand Prix in a manner that would not wake, and potentially irritate my then girlfriend, now wife. Well, I swallowed hard, sidled up beside her, and whispered in the nicest possible terms, "You're gonna have to get out of bed".
The fact that I'm here today to tell you this tale today is certainly one that helped me realize that gal might be a keeper.