God, I wish I could get into the mind of Michael Schumacher. Know what he's thinking. Really thinking.

Every year, as take-off time for the first race nears, you get into an argument with yourself. You prepare to see your wife and children one week in two. When you get back, things have been going on in their life you know nothing of. It's hard not to feel like a bit-part player. Hers is the main role and you turn up as an audience every now and then. Thank God for Her...