It was 1995 Adelaide. The first race you attended in person as my girlfriend. The race was going smoothly until my McLaren spun straight into the barriers.

They stopped the session and the marshals eventually reached my car, pulling my helmet off after me, seeing the full extent of my injury. The only horrifying thing they could see was the blood on the bottom half of my face.

Nobody, not even me knew I had a skull fracture, blocked airway and internal bleeding from that.