#MotoE

[macro-85]

vampire couple for Halloween…

[opelman]

Racer by driver Photographer

[whoregaylorenzo]

MUGELLO 2024: Enea Bastianini in parc fermé to congratulate Mattia Casadei on winning race 1 of the Italian E-Prix

[42bakery]

Do you know what pisses me the most about the MotoGP Awards? They had Ana's bike in the building

And not only did they forget about María and Sara, but they just decided to not put the bike there.

On top of that, Héctor, the MotoE winner was kicked out and wasn't able to be there even if his category really belongs to this paddock. FIM and DORNA wanted really to humiliate MotoE and WWCR and remind them that none of them belong in the MotoGP spaces and if they are there is because they choose. Also that they are just mere accessories that can be interchange of kicked if they want

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[nightmanatee]

I'M SORRY BEFORE THE- THE WHAT????

[danipedrosas-boatest]

María should not be racing in WWCR, full stop

She has more than proven she is a talented and capable competitor and should not be racing in a development series

The only thing WWCR is doing is segregating the sport and preventing women from actually competing because of sexism

Boycott WWCR

[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

[muffinwalloper]

Just saying, if this was any other movie or show the next scene would have been them, tucked in a corner, plastered against one another and shamelessly making out in that shady, confined space.

Just saying.

[moralchampion]

Sexiest team out here

[opelman]

Racer by driver Photographer

[schumi-nadal]

Oh I may start watching MotoE next season and it's not because the boys are kinda cute 👀

[42bakery]

Jordi Torres and Ana Carrasco swapping bikes for fun

[motocorsas]

Later, when they're waiting for a post-podium ride back to the hotel and the humiliation of not even having a motorhome is boiling high under her skin, Ana breaks.

"How come you don't talk to me?" She asks, facing the near-empty parking lot.

Maria is silent beside her. Ana hears her slow, consistent breathing, like a fucking Zen master and it makes her want to set the world upside down and see if that will crack Maria's veneer.

"We were in the same paddock," Ana says, "For years."

"I guess I never got the chance," Maria says, finally, and she sounds a little tentative to speak. It feels like victory.

"Bullshit," Ana scoffs.

"We were in different classes, MotoE has a shorter calendar–"

"Ten fucking years," Ana says. "Moto3 and Supersport," She knows she's gotten under Maria's skin, feels her shoulders harden, and doesn't turn to look. 

Maria huffs, "I was a kid,"

"You were the only other woman. It was you and me and an entire fucking paddock of men, multiple paddocks of men,"

"Why are you asking me this now?" Maria says, and she steps in front of Ana, blocks out the setting sun. Ana suddenly doesn't know where to put her hands. Maria is too tall like this, those couple extra centimeters an impassable barrier, her face angled down, stern. There's still sweat-slick hair pressed to her forehead, loose from her ponytail.

It doesn't matter. Maria continues, "You had a championship. You got what you wanted, and I was still fighting to earn single points. Why can't you just let me work in peace,"

"That's all it is? Work?"

"I don't need to defend myself to you,"

"Really? 'Cause on track–"

"Is that what this is about?" Maria shouts, incredulous, and it feels like Ana's finally found a gap in her armor. She watches Maria collect herself, gathering the kind of meditative deep breath that puffs out her chest and makes Ana want to knock it out of her. Her face tightens and relaxes. "We're racers. We race. That's our job. None of it is personal until you start taking it personal."

“Everything is personal! It’s all personal! They called us bitches, dykes, said we were only there to fill quotas, said we never had a fucking chance. How does that not mean something to you?”

“I had to keep it out of my head. Why can’t you see that? It was the only way to survive!”

“But you didn’t have to do it alone,”

“How else?” Maria laughs, darkly, mean. “There was no one on my side, nobody cared about me!”

“I did!” Ana shouts, and feels the scar tissue in her back stretch and contract as she tightens her shoulders. Maria’s gone completely still, her face blank, frozen. 

“I needed you,” Ana murmurs.

The car pulls up.

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