#2021 F1 Season

[goodnighttravelwell]

[idontshitpostbuttheolympicpark]

comfort watching the 2021 live at prema f2 videos and getting emotional over rookie f2 champion oscar piastri in this house tonight

[cobraonthecob]

i just want to point out that in terms of instagram posts that daniel has had a far better farewell than nyck ever did, because i looked at the most recent posts and eight posts out of the fifteen that i can see on my phone immediately have daniel in the thumbnail

was the way he was dropped very unceremonial and shitty? absolutely yes. but don't act like he isn't getting a send-off at all, because the last time red bull dropped someone from vcarb, you wouldn't know who the fuck was just dropped judging by the sheer volume of posts talking about daniel's return and how happy everyone is to have him back, and nyck was only mentioned one time by franz tost and later by yuki in the pre-race at hungary

[umlewis]

"Happy Birthday Bestie. No amount of words can even come close to describing you. The most loyal, hard working, barrier breaker, thrill seeker, most grateful snd humble person out there. To you brother I salute you. You always have my back, you support me, you push me to make me the best version of myself. Your support and loyalty will never go unnoticed and that means the absolute world to me. I love you brother to the moon and back and always got your back forever and no matter what. To many more memories, history being broken and life to be lived. 🤞🏾 @.lewishamilton" - january 7, 2024 📷 @.fencer / instagram

[browniesbagoftricks]

🎥: Ziggo Sport

[formulaheaders]

lando norris

◦ lando's contract extension photoshoot ◦ like/reblog if you save or use and please don't repost ◦ © piastricc

[estebunny]

esteban ocon acting the sound of an f1 race car (again)

via Jimmy Kimmel Live youtube channel

[baku2017]

@f1blrcreatorsfest week 3: horror They Live (1988) written and directed by John Carpenter EXT. BAHRAIN GP 2022 We open on the paddock of the Bahrain International Circuit where Lewis Hamilton is back from winter break. He's wearing an odd pair of sunglasses.

[secondserves]

was just clicking on anything on youtube and came across this one from stockholm 2021.. i had no idea.. no one told me..

[maverickazansky]

sometimes i think about how formula 1 driver lewis hamilton was supposed to play fanboy in top gun maverick and every time i thank god that the f1 schedule is too hectic (and it was EASIER in 2018/19 when he’d have been needing to do the training and filming) bc danny ramirez is so good as fanboy and i cannot comprehend lewis trying to do an american accent convincingly..

[backwardshatpierre]

I really enjoyed that race! Lando did an awesome job as did Charles to get a podium!!

Nice one to start off the second part of the season.

Pierre points! :)

Honestly he had an amazing race! Give this man a good car and you just watch him do his thing.

[itsblasttothepast]

i saw a guy on tik tok (hate the app but it was necessary) saying that after all the claims of Checo being replaced he "investigated, contacting people from RBR and from Sergio's team" and everyone says it's not going to happen, that it's all just rumours. (Don't know if we can trust a guy from tik tok but he sounded professional enough - and I'm grasping at straws of hope sooo).

I know that logically only Horner, Helmut, Checo and their lawyers know the exact terms of his contract and I really want to believe everything is fake but it's hard with all the comments and negativity.

Also, I know RBR doesn't care much about it but I doubt they can't afford another hit to their image and firing Checo right now would be a scandal, no?

I agree that only Horner, RBR lawyers, Checo and his manager know about the terms of the contract. I'm still dubious if Marko actually knows every clause, or just the general of it (and I say this because every time he opens his mouth, he says something different about Checo's contract and sometimes even contradicts himself).

I don't know where the media got the whole 'only behind Max by 100 points' clause, but they seem to be focused on that one when we don't even know if that clause exist. I don't know why everyone suddenly know all about Checo's contract. Checo said it himself 'I know where I stand with my contract', like saying 'fuck off and leave me alone with this nonsense'

However, between all the negativity, a few experts had said that it would be risky firing Checo at this point, precisely because RBR has to mantain certain image and the México Grand Prix coming up. I can't imagine what would happen if they let go of Checo before that race... but I can guarantee you, it won't be pretty.

There's a new rumour that they want to make Checo the new Kvyat, where they won't 'fire him' exactly, but they won't let him race, just be 'part of the RBR family', and then, after a little while, let him go.

It's all speculation, and I've seen people angry because Checo is mostly quiet about everything and doesn't 'demand' or 'put his foot down'. Checo has been in this game for a long time. He knows how to play it and how to handle it; he's for the long haul, and he's not losing everything because he decides to be impulsive or rash, he can't afford that. I just wished his strategy wasn't so focused on a top team like RBR, I'm sure he could do more in a middle team, like Nico is doing with Haas.

But, as he has been dreaming of this for years, I just hope that RBR stop their mindgames and either let go of Checo, or focus on actually integrate him into the team.

[wejustvibing]

ok ik jeddah was fucking painful and traumatic but his lil wiggle when he gets out the car,, and his face on the podium,, almost make it worth it

THAT! and that. and that. and that. and that. i'm in pain bestie

[f1-addict]

Two years ago today: Max Verstappen crosses the finish line at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and wins the 2021 World Championship.

[leqclerc]

flickers among the flat pink roses 795 words Bean AU

Charles stirs awake to the sound of soft, muffled cries. He squeezes his eyes shut, fingers briefly tightening around the pillow as he desperately tries to cling onto the last vestiges of sleep.

The baby—Bean, as he’s taken to calling her—sleeps a lot but not for long stretches, so he figured out pretty early on that he should just sleep whenever she does, as much as he can. Uninterrupted rest feels like a distant memory at this point.

The noise comes again, a sad little mewl, this time accompanied by a pang of guilt. Charles fumbles for his phone in the dark, reflexively squinting against the harsh light of the screen as he brings it up to his face. It’s a little after six, which isn’t bad, all things considered.

He pockets his phone and scrubs a hand over his face before finally pushing himself up off the bed and onto his feet, stumbling over to the bassinet. The baby stirs, giving another unhappy cry. Charles flicks the nightlight on before reaching down to scoop Bean into his arms.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is a little rough from sleep, but soft nonetheless. He rubs soothing circles across Bean’s sleep-warm back. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

Charles pads across the hallway and into the kitchen. Carefully, he shifts Bean from the crook of his arm to his shoulder, freeing up one hand to prepare her bottle. After three weeks of regular feeds, it’s something he does more or less on instinct now. It became decidedly easier when—on his mother’s advice—he started approaching it like he does racing. Impossibly, the basics are pretty much the same: he practices, analyses his performance, and strives to improve.

Bean lets out a whine, as if to inform him that he can always do better.

“I know, I know, you’re hungry,” Charles soothes. “Give me a minute, okay?”

He grabs the bottle as soon as it’s ready, making a beeline for the living room. It’s too cold for him to step out onto the terrace with the baby without having to bundle her up, but the balcony door offers a decent view of the harbour below. Charles makes himself comfortable in one of the armchairs, gently cradling Bean against his chest. She lets out another impatient little noise, but quietens down once he brings the bottle to her mouth.

“There,” he murmurs, tracing the perfect shell of one tiny ear with the tip of his finger. “Is that better?”

Predictably, he gets no response, though judging by the way Bean’s eyes flutter shut, he decides she seems content. Charles lifts his gaze, staring out at the sky.

It’s still dark outside, but the sun is threatening to rise, streaking the night sky with faint hues of pink and yellow. Unsure of what else to do, Charles tentatively slips his phone out of his pocket and swipes up to unlock it, careful not to jostle the baby. He ends up checking the clock app, scrolling down until he finds Singapore, because some habits are just that hard to shake. There’s a six hour difference. Sebastian’s probably having lunch, or maybe sitting in a meeting with his engineers, figuring out the optimal setup for qualifying.

Charles doesn’t particularly miss the sweltering heat, the torturous humidity or the ice baths, but he does find himself longing for the atmosphere, the familiar rush of adrenaline—the challenge of beating his rivals at the toughest race of the season. He remembers the rapture of scoring points in an uncompetitive car and the sting of frustration at being denied a victory.

Most of all, he remembers glancing over at Sebastian on the podium, cheeks flushed with the heat, hair dampened by sweat and champagne, pride and exaltation etched into every line of him. The anger welling up inside him had receded as quickly as it had risen—he could never bring himself to resent Sebastian, not even when he capitalised on his misfortune.

I will get you next time, he’d told him. But it never came; there was no shot at redemption, then or now.

Bean stirs in his arms, as if sensing his thoughts.

“I know,” Charles sighs. “I miss him too.”

He sets his phone down, turning his attention back to his daughter. He smiles, watching as Bean’s little mouth opens in a yawn as soon as he pulls the bottle away. It doesn’t take long for her to drift back to sleep.

Tight, brilliantly lit streets unfurl behind Charles’s eyelids. His pulse jumps as he rounds the final corner and darts across the finish line, the crowds rising to their feet, feverishly chanting his name. There’s warmth across his back, the sweep of a familiar hand—

The sun is already cresting the horizon when he wakes.

[sophiewagentje]

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