#Formula Fords

[nabazakk75]

New Bugatti Tourbillon V16 🥶

#bugatti #bugattitourbillon #tourbillon #cars #carsoftiktok #newcar #bugattichiron #chiron #fyp #viral

[awkwardrocker]

I need everyone upset about Liam's promotion to understand that it had nothing to do with him being better/worse than Yuki. Yuki outperformed him. Yuki deserved the chance. BUT Yuki is not a Redbull driver. He is a Honda driver. He has no loyalty to Redbull and that is why he did not get a chance next to Max. It's not that he didn't deserve it. It's pure business.

Redbull are ending their relationship with Honda. They are creating their own engines. It's likely seen as a big liability to Redbull to have Yuki actively involved in any tests or even near anything involving the 2026 engine.

This is not an attack on Yuki or his character or anything like that, so please do not take it that way. But, Yuki's loyalty to a different engine manufacturer is a major risk to any new manufacturer like the Ford/Redbull powertrain. You just never know. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve a good drive, but Yuki's loyalty will forever be to Honda (as it should) and that poses a lot of risks for Redbull.

Once again, I am not commenting on Yuki's character or making assumptions about him when I say this, but there are a lot of big concerns if he gets promoted. He could ditch them for Aston immediately because Honda asks, he could share information about the new engine to Honda, or he could give questionable feedback that negatively impacts the new powertrain. Maybe he wouldn't do these things. But if there's even the most miniscule potential that he could, it would make any team hesitant. F1 is rampant with cheating allegations and questionable tactics to win. The teams will want to protect themselves in any eventuality. And that is what's working against Yuki so greatly.

Yuki has proven to be a very competent driver over the past year, but let's not forget that he nearly lost his seat in 2023 and the rumored reason he stayed is due to Honda. He owes his career to Honda, not Redbull. And at the end of the day, that's his main flaw within this team. It's not his driving. It's not his temper. It's not anything else. It's purely who he is aligned to poltically in the racing world. Is that fair? No. Is that how racing works? Unfortunately, yes.

[brawngp2009]

1998 Formula Ford Championship. Brands Hatch, England. 17th May Jenson Button. Portrait. World Copyright: Fox/LAT Photographic.

[karyanastore]

[kathlare]

across the world, for us

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando travels to Tokyo to reconcile with Amelie after a fight, demonstrating his commitment to their relationship. Amid moments of vulnerability, honesty, and lighthearted banter, they reaffirm their feelings for one another and take steps toward navigating their challenges together.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: just fluff

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February 11th, 2024 - Tokyo, Japan

Lando Norris adjusted his cap as he stepped out of the taxi, the bright lights of Tokyo illuminating the city in a mesmerizing glow. The crisp February air bit at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the nervous energy buzzing in his chest. He had flown halfway across the world to fix this—whatever "this" was. He and Amelie hadn’t spoken since their fight days ago, and it gnawed at him.

She didn’t know he was here. He hadn’t told her. But when he found out she’d just finished the last of her shows in Japan before heading back to the States, he knew he had to make things right.

Now, standing in front of her hotel room door, he took a deep breath and knocked. A few seconds later, the door cracked open, and there she was.

—Lando?— Amelie’s voice was a mix of surprise and confusion. Her makeup was wiped clean, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and she was wearing an oversized hoodie—his hoodie.

He smiled softly, the sight of her easing some of the tension in his chest. —Hey.—

She stepped back to let him in, her movements hesitant. Once inside, the door clicked shut behind him, and silence settled over them.

—What are you doing here?— she asked, her arms crossed.

—Fixing us,— he said simply. —Or at least trying to.—

Her eyes softened, but she still looked wary. —Lando…—

—Ames, listen,— he interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. —I get it. Your family is important to you, and this isn’t easy for you. But I need to know that you’re serious about this. About us.—

She blinked, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. —I am serious, Lando. You know I am.—

—Then why does it feel like you’re ashamed of me?— he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She looked away, her hands fidgeting nervously.

—It’s not you,— she whispered after a moment. —It’s me. I’ve always been the one who… who messes things up. My relationships, my career, everything. I don’t want to bring you into that. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.—

He stepped closer, tilting her chin up so she was forced to look at him. —You don’t get to decide that for me. I want to be here. With you. But I need to know you want that too.—

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, her walls crumbling. —I’m scared, Lando. Of losing you. Of my family not understanding. Of everything going wrong like it always does.—

—You won’t lose me,— he promised, his thumb brushing against her cheek. —Not unless you push me away.—

She let out a shaky breath, her resolve breaking. —I don’t want to push you away. I don’t.—

—Then tell them, Ames,— he urged. —Not for me. For us. For you. If you don’t believe this can work, how am I supposed to?—

She nodded slowly, her tears falling freely now. —You’re right. I know you’re right.—

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she clung to him. —It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure it out together.—

They stood there for what felt like hours, her quiet sobs eventually subsiding. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were red and puffy, but there was a new determination in them.

—I’ll tell them,— she said, her voice steady despite the tears. —I’ll tell them everything.—

Lando smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. —That’s my girl.—

She laughed softly, the sound lightening the tension in the room. —You’re impossible, you know that?—

—Yeah, but you like me for it,— he teased, his tone playful.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, the warmth of it chasing away the lingering shadows of their fight.

—Thank you for coming all this way,— she murmured against his lips.

—I’d cross the world for you, Ames,— he replied, his voice sincere.

As they sat on the bed, talking and laughing like they always did, Lando felt the weight of their fight lift. They weren’t perfect, and there were still challenges ahead, but for the first time in days, he felt like they were on the same page.

And that was more than enough.

Amelie pulled away from the kiss with a small laugh, her fingers brushing against Lando's jaw. —You’re ridiculous, you know that?— she teased, though her eyes shone with affection.

—Ridiculous enough to fly halfway across the globe for you,— Lando quipped, leaning back on his hands. He grinned as she rolled her eyes, but his tone softened. —But I meant what I said, Ames. I’ll always show up for you.—

Her smile faltered for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. She tucked her legs beneath her, curling up beside him on the bed. —I don’t deserve you sometimes, Lan,— she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with guilt.

—Hey, stop that,— he said firmly, shifting to face her fully. —We’ve both made mistakes. Hell, we’ve both been idiots at times.— He paused, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips. —You especially.—

She swatted his arm with a laugh, her cheeks flushed. —You’re the worst.—

—And yet, here you are, stuck with me,— he teased, pulling her closer until her head rested on his chest. His fingers trailed absentmindedly through her hair, the silence between them comfortable now.

Amelie let out a content sigh, her cheek pressed against his hoodie. —It’s scary, you know? Being with someone like you.—

—Someone as handsome and charming as me?— Lando quipped, earning another playful shove from her.

—I’m serious,— she said, her tone soft but sincere. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze. —You’re… everything. And I don’t want to screw this up.—

He stared at her for a moment, his heart twisting at the vulnerability in her eyes. —Ames, you’re not going to screw this up. We’re not going to screw this up. Okay?—

She nodded, though the doubt lingered in her expression. —Okay.—

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the city lights of Tokyo casting a faint glow through the curtains. Eventually, Amelie shifted, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

—Shit,— she muttered, sitting up abruptly. —I still need to pack.—

Lando raised an eyebrow. —For the States?—

She nodded, already moving around the room to gather her things. —Super Bowl tomorrow. Then I’m straight to Australia. My schedule’s insane.—

—Yeah, no kidding,— he said, watching her with an amused grin. —Need some help?—

—You offering to fold my clothes, Norris?— she teased, tossing him a T-shirt from her suitcase.

—Anything for you, love,— he shot back with a wink, catching the shirt and setting it aside. He stood and joined her by the suitcase, his hands deftly folding the items she handed him.

They worked in tandem, the easy rhythm of their friendship blending seamlessly with the intimacy of their relationship. Amid the quiet chatter and shared smiles, Amelie glanced at him, her heart swelling.

—Lando,— she said softly, her voice pulling his attention. —Thank you. For being here. For... being you.—

He smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. —Always, Ames.—

As they finished packing, Amelie couldn’t help but feel a weight lift from her shoulders. They still had so much to figure out, but for the first time in days, she felt like they were heading in the right direction—together.

And that made all the difference.

[gordonstanheight]

charles lecler and paul gasly

[checoloid]

Sergio event with Ford!

Picture 1-2 From Samueldileo on Instagram 📸

[ferrarisbabygirl]

Ayrton asked me to explain to the mechanics that he wanted more pressure on the tyres, but they didn't want to do it without the go ahead of Ralph Firman (Van Diemen's team principal). And he really didn't want to, but Ayrton insisted and the two argued. In the end they did what Ayrton wanted. We all had the driving technique (whist in the rain) similar to a rally, like Gilles Villeneuve, like Ronnie Peterson. Suddenly I realised there was a driver who was half a second faster than me and they told me it was Ayrton da Silva. On the first curve, the "Paddock", I though he had gone off the line, but no, he was putting the car on the outside of the tack and I couldn't understand it. When we finished practice I asked him why he was risking it, why he was going through the outside when all the others were on the inside. He explained to me that on the outside the track was "green", there was no oil, it was much cleaner. And on that day I understood that motorsport had changed. Everyone stopped driving sideways and started doing the lines Ayrton was on.

- Alfonso Toledano, Ayrton Senna's teammate in the Formula Ford 1600 in 1981 (x) (x) (x)

[eupat]

[tinseltownie]

The way he looks like a child but that’s a $600 t-shirt and $100 shorts and $1236478492011 watch

[nabazakk75]

Early mornings with Bugatti… #bugatti #hypercars #bugattichiron

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Strada JB 4/88, 1974. Designed by Harris Mann, who worked for Ford UK before moving to BMC and who died earlier this year in August. The Strada was mid-engined using a Formula Ford 1.6 litre racing engine and fibreglass bodywork made is Suffolk. Three prototypes were made including one for crash testing. It was presented at the Earls Court Motor Show and over 100 orders were taken. However disaster struck with one of the founders taking gravely ill, Britain was in the grip of the 3 day working week the 70s energy crisis. The costs involved in moving to full production proved prohibitive and the company was voluntarily liquidated

[brawngp2009]

British Formula Ford Championship Jenson Button (GBR) Haywood Racing with his father and John and girlfriend Kim. Slick 50 Formula Ford Championship, Brands Hatch, England, 31 August 1998. Ph.: James Bearne.

[karyanastore]

[lola-as]

Have I already told you how much I like Sergio Perez? Look at him, he is so handsome.

My fave driver

[missfine]

Sergio Perez doing donuts at the Ford event.

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