The most cinematic photograph in all of Formula 1 history was captured that day at the Bahrain Grand Prix.
Antonio Luigi stood atop his wrecked Mercedes, his fists clenched so tightly that his gloves strained against his fingers. Frustration burned through every vein in his body as he glared down at Rodnick, the man responsible for this disaster.
Rodnick, walking past under the escort of the marshals, turned his head just enough to meet Luigi's glare.
The wreckage of their cars loomed behind them as a smoldering background of shattered carbon fiber. Smoke coiled into the desert sky, thick and suffocating, the last remnant of the fire that had been hastily drowned in extinguisher foam.
It was a horrific crash. It was far worse than Luca and DiMarco's clash in China.
