Your father took you to watch an F1 race. It was really cool, all the nice cars and drivers and fans. It was after the race, your father knew a few of the managers so he insisted on staying after. While he went away to talk to them, you were sitting on the bleachers. You took out your sketchbook and started drawing. The cars. The cool cool cars. And then suddenly your eyes drifted towards the driver known as Charles, who was just on the end of an interview. You sketched him..