It is generally believed that taciturn people who are not satisfied with the present usually look for the nostalgia of days of yore. Out of this melancholy overview: There are fans wondering or asking themselves, what they would like to feel again. There is a semantic discovery to be shared: in Latin, heart is called cordix, what makes us to think that: recalling is actually, going through the heart again; and the heart is faithful. That memory stays within the place where the soul is, it becomes more realistic. Some people perceive them in black and white, just like the old and good movies of our youth. Others will do it in Technicolor. But memories come to our mind reliably and complete, since they are not reasoned but felt. It goes through the chest again, so you sigh because you miss it. Fortunately you can satisfy fans who yearn to be told what the most endearing from the 90’s decade is. The nineties. We would have to say, passion. Since the mid 80’s, another essence was breathed. Because there were several crazy drivers in the search for victory, thirst for speed with all the verve all the time. Totally decided to set new records on their trajectories track by track and also in their vital sporting agenda, in particular that one who was like the FORMULA 1® poet; in Brazil was catalogued as the odd hero of motor racing, for always. Those who knew him referred to him as the saint, named Ayrton Senna. The not so close rivals were hugely dangerous and obsessive: Nelson Piquet noted for being terrible, clever and mischievous. Nigel Mansell feisty as never anyone has been before, he didn’t seem British, but a pure blooded Latin. At a greater distance, we had drivers that without being protagonists they were the key: Jean Alesi or Michele Alboreto; but more specifically, Stefan Johansson and Gerhard Berger. However at the polar opposite of Sao Paulo, we had a really singular driver, he was pure brain but at the service of the most passionate cause, like Bonaparte: he was Alain Prost. Battles were deadly on the asphalt and at the pits, also on the news and in front of the press. Suddenly a lanky blond boy acting revulsively, a full athlete, a corporation of speed that put the Circus in headlong, because he was a real acrobat that announced the future to come. Michael Schumacher: the records, runs, times and the clink of pounds, Swiss or French francs and lire. A fragmented world that was homologated under the aeigins of the Germany tyrant: the passion was put on a side to lead to marketing. Consequently, not one but several connoisseurs miss that providential decade, which actually began in 1985, with the first victory of Mansell in Brands Hatch; closing its door in Jerez de la Frontera in 1994, competition where M. Schumacher clearly imposed himself for the fifth time; when Ayrton Senna had left, that went well since traces was about to be deleted quickly; with only two days before that season closed. The champion was proclaimed “The seven-time” for the first time. Casually, two European Grand Prix were between a parenthesis, and a year later the euro would be adopted by 19 nations. Nothing was the same again since then.   Find out who the most endearing drivers of the 90´s are, click here