When Lewis Hamilton joined Sean Evans for the “Hot Ones Challenge,” he was beaming, but in Mike Tyson’s immortal words… “Until they take a blow to the mouth, everyone has a plan.”
The 103-time winner of the Formula One Grand Prix was gushing about his love of spice nearly five minutes into the Hot Ones Challenge. He said, “I do generally love hot sauce,” and he talked about how he makes an effort to sample different hot sauces. Subsequently, akin to each Hot Ones Challenge, he was hit hard by spice as the sauces’ Scoville Units skyrocketed.
chatting is a much-needed diversion from the volcanoes inside their mouths, so when the guests are dying of heat and their guard walls collapse, it’s one of my favorite moments of the Hot Ones Challenge. They start chatting more openly than they have in any prior interview. In this instance, Lewis Hamilton goes into great detail about how not consuming liquids in the car allows him to save almost two seconds throughout a race. Then he talks about the one and only occasion when he had to use the automobile to relieve himself.
The Hot Ones Challenge for Lewis Hamilton was only five minutes old when that story was told! Heat was too much for the man’s delicate British palate. Nevertheless, he persisted, as all winners do, and at one point, Da Bomb Hot Sauce slapped him across the face, almost causing a catastrophic spill.
At 13:17, he begins sampling Da Bomb Hot Sauce. This spicy sauce has an awful taste in addition to being quite hot. Having personally tasted it, I can honestly say that the sauce lacks any redeeming qualities. It is agony all the way through.
Like the champion he is, Hamilton consumes the entire wing covered in Da Bomb Hot Sauce in several bites rather than settling for just one bite. Was it necessary for him to? No. Was that the proper choice to make? Furthermore, no. There would have been no judgment if he had simply taken one large bite and moved on.
Lewis Hamilton says, “I’m starting to precipitate,” a few seconds after eating the wing with Da Bomb, and that’s when I realized he was really in a tight spot. The intense heat of masochistic American hot sauce torment was too much for his delicate British palate to take. He persevered till the very end, but as Sean Evans questioned him on Formula One jargon, he was visibly sweating profusely.
