#arrow mclaren

[verhaeghes]

"watching sports is so fun!" for YOU maybe. me, im about to slam my head through a brick wall over here

[acrosstobear]

arrowmclaren Winning scenes courtesy of @.parriciooward

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Indycar crash course

(For this all I’m just going to use 2024 as an example)

I hope this is helpful feel free to ask any questions!!

1. Teams/drivers

* There is no limit on how few or many drivers can race for a single team.

* Most teams have 3 cars but some have as low as 2 and others have as high as 5

* Drivers don’t have numbers, the cars/teams do (ex: David is car #66 but will change to #41 when he changes to Aj Foyt racing)

* Additional Teams/drivers will come in for the Indy 500

2. Circuits

* circuit types – from road and street circuits to short ovals (one mile or less) and long ovals, often referred to as superspeedways.

* From what I have seen most Indycar drivers like/prefer ovals

3. Chassis and engines

* Dallara is the exclusive chassis supplier for INDYCAR. The chassis is made of carbon fibre, Kevlar and other composites, and weighs approximately 770 kg.

* Chevrolet and Honda are the two engine manufactures in the series and supply competitors

4. Tyres

* Like Formula 1, INDYCAR has a sole tyre supplier. But instead of Pirelli rubber, INDYCAR uses Firestone.

* Firestone provides three types of tyres for road and street courses, and one for ovals. On road and street courses, there is the ‘primary’ black tyre. The ‘alternate’ red tyre is a softer compound that allows for higher speeds but wears faster. A grey sidewall tyre is used in wet weather conditions.

* On ovals, only the ‘primary’ black tyre is used and if the rain falls at this type of circuit, Indy cars will not take to the track.

5. Aeroscreen

* In Formula 1, the teams have the halo. In INDYCAR, the aeroscreen is a ballistic, canopy-like windscreen anchored by titanium framework surrounding the cockpit.

6. Race weekend format

* The format of race weekends changes from race to race, however the most common is that Friday consists of two practice sessions – one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

* On Saturday, there is a morning practice session followed by qualifying in the afternoon.

* Sunday is race day and it begins with a warm-up session at road and street courses. However, on oval circuits there is no warm-up session.

7. Pit Stops

* Unlike Formula 1 where 16 team members assist during a pit-stop, just seven members of each INDYCAR team are permitted go ‘over the wall’ to execute a pit-stop.

* Team members include: four tyre changers, a fueler, a person responsible for the air jack (to raise the car to change the tyres) and an aeroscreen assistant to clean or pull a ‘tear-off’ from screen to help the driver’s vision.

* Each crew member is required wear a firesuit and helmet for protection.

* Indy cars refuel at each stop and drivers pit depending on the length of the track. In the 10 seconds it takes to fuel the car, all four tyres are changed.

8. Point scoring

* Points are awarded for all finishing positions in INDYCAR.

* First – 50 points, second – 40, third – 35, fourth – 32, fifth – 30, sixth – 28, and so on, going down to just five points for the lowest finishing position in the field.

* Bonus points are awarded for: pole position – 1 point, leading at least one race lap – 1 point, and most race laps led – 2 points.

* For the Indianapolis 500 and the final race of the season, points are doubled in those races.

TEAMS (as of end 2024 season)

1. AJ Foyt Racing

* 14 Santino Ferrucci

* 41 Sting Ray Robb

2. Andretti Global

* 26 Colton Herta

* 27 Kyle Kirkwood (logan’s friend !!)

* 28 Marcus Ericsson

3. Arrow McLaren

* 5 Pato O’Ward (McLaren reserve driver)

* 7 Alex Rossi

* 6 Nolan Siegel

4. Chip Ganassi Racing

* 8 Linus Lundqvist

* 9 Scott Dixon

* 10 Álex Paluo Montalbo

* 4 Kyffin Simpson

5. Dale Coyne Racing

* 51 Katherine Legge

* 18 Jack Harvey

6. Ed Carpenter Racing

* 20 Christian Rasmussen

* 20 Ed Carpenter (ovals only)

* 21 Rinus Veekay

7. Juncos Hollinger Racing

* 77 Romain Grosjean

* 78 Conor Daly

8. Meyer Shank Racing

* 66 David Malukas

* 60 Felix Rosenqvist

9. Rahal Letterman Lanigan Racing

* 15 Graham Rahal

* 45 Christian Lundgaard

* 30 Pietro Fittipaldi

10. Team Penske

* 2 Josef Newgarden

* 3 Scott McLaughlin (twt icon)

[gordonstanheight]

“go to hell” is boring. it’s predictable. ‘i hope a driver you like gets a mclaren contract’ is real. it’s possible. it’s terrifying. it just won’t stop happening to me

[formulaheart]

you know what sometimes I love this stupid freaking affectionate family

[leclerc-s]

the epic highs (charles leclerc winning monaco) and lows (pato o’ward getting overtaken in the final lap and losing p1) of motorsports

[09wdc]

PATO O'WARD | Qualifying, Qatar GP 2024

[jack-doohan]

today, i give you gifs of pato o’ward doing a cartwheel. tomorrow? idk probably more gifs (x)

[thatsdemko]

something bout you - p. o'ward

masterlist | pairing: Pato o’ward x Rossi!fem!reader summary: your love for him is different and he couldn’t love it more. warnings: 18+ content + mentions of Indy500 results + fluff + angst(?) + minor errors a/n: hiiii! Im back :) I’ve been working on this since the results of indy500 and while it’s not perfect I hope you all enjoy!

where your brother was a dark cloud on rainy days, you were the thunder and lightning that boomed across the sky alongside him. its enticing to someone like him.

he’s drawn to the identical to dark like storm eyes, black hair that sways across your back. you were rossi’s identical down to the bone. zak brown used to swear it was traumatizing, now Pato finds it adoring.

where Alexander was millennial humor, and minimal smiles, you were nothing but witty gen z comebacks and a smile once a month. Pato found your personalities jarring in comparison, but made it his mission to brighten your clouds.

“woah.”

it sounded more like a whoosh of air exhaling from his lips. seeing you in a dark blue floor length gown truly took the air and words from his lungs. it threatens the muscles in your cheeks to tug upward, but you refuse to give pato the satisfaction of a smile.

“what?” you whip your head in his direction. navy blue suit jacket, a white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, and matching pants. he looks heavenly. you hate that.

“you look gorgeous, amor.” the nickname rolls off his tongue, a smirk tugging his lips as he watches red flicker across your cheeks. you didn’t need to show any other signs of affection for him to know that subtle weakness for him.

“and you look like a buffoon. not even a suit can help your case.”

a chuckle escapes his lips, and for the first time since sunday morning he’s actually smiling. leave it to a rossi to lift his spirits.

“you brighten my day, Rossi.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Alex comes up behind you. his black suit and dark blue tie matching your dress like twins.

right, he reminds himself, siblings. she’s not for you.

“other Rossi,” you reply turning to your brother, “you think way too highly of yourself.”

—

a permanent scowl formed the second Josef took the stage. it was a common look for you, though you masked it well during most days, tonight was one of those moments you let it rip.

Josef drove a hell of a drive yesterday, but seeing him on stage was all but a reminder of what Pato lost and for some reason that angered you. having to watch your brother, his sister, and his own team members lift him up from another disappointing loss trickles into your memory. it was a well deserved win for Josef, but your heart ached for somebody else.

somebody you definitely shouldn’t have feelings for, but you find yourself having. someone who opened up the dark cloud and made it a little brighter.

when Pato finally took the stage, all he could see was you. the scowl loosening from your face to a contorted smile. all energy from earlier drained out of him. having to be reminded of his failed efforts, but he did enjoy the view of you practically envisioning what it would be like to strangle newgarden.

“that’s two smiles this month.” Pato whispered into your ear when he passed you to his seat. he could hear a low grumble come from you, and the scowl was back, but aimed at him.

he reveled in it. taking in all your features and how hard you work to keep your vulnerability inside that hard shell. because for a split second when he took that stage he saw you for what you truly were; a fool in love with him.

—

“I like when you get defensive of me.” he says, coming up from behind you. he rests his chin against your shoulder, the hairs that fell out his gel slicked back tickle your skin.

“the scowl was out of annoyance. don’t think too deep about it.” you say, attempting to fight his touch, but it’s too much strength to do so. you just relax your body into his and allow yourself to be held.

“I like to think you actually do love me.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you feel his lips graze the sensitive part of neck. you can feel your knees weaken, ready to crumble into his arms.

love was a strong word and emotion, but it never felt big and scary with Pato. love was different with him. different was good, different was better than whatever you’d read in books. you didn’t need the fairytales, you just needed someone to remind you to smile once a month. or not attempt murder when he lost important races.

“say it,” he mumbles into your skin, teeth running across your flesh, you can feel goosebumps scatter across your skin, “say you love me.” he takes a piece of your skin in between your teeth, the sound of your sharp inhale fuels the fire in him.

“I do,” you swallow, trying to steady yourself against him, “I love you.” you spin around to face him, your dark eyes stare into his chocolate ones.

he nudges your body towards the bed and you comply. seating on the edge of the bed, you watch him remove his suit jacket. the most mundane task, was such a turn on for you. you unconsciously open your legs for him.

“I love you too,” he presses his knee in between your thighs, gently dropping your back onto the mattress, “even when you want to murder me.”

“I’d murder for you,” you say pulling him by the collar of his shirt, “but if you don’t fuck me, I will strangle you.” you growl into his ear before sinking your teeth into the outer edge of his lobe.

“you always seem to have a way with the words.”

[babysdrivers]

four-word horror story

[viennakarma]

Everybody wants a taste

Pato O’Ward x Reader

Summary: Pato knows better than to push you, but sometimes he does. The punishment is bad, but sometimes he can count on you to be merciful.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: female!reader, established relationship, smut, +18, porn with very little plot, Dom!reader, Sub!pato, rough sex, slapping, biting, praise kink, degradation kink, jealous!reader, possessive!reader, brief aftercare, not beta read

Relationship: Pato O'ward x Reader

Note: This is a birthday oneshot for my best friend Sophia, who loves to lurk around in my blog (and she thinks I don't know what her user is)! Happiest birthday, Sophia! I love you, thank you for being my friend. [o que você não me pede sorrindo que eu não faço chorando? eu avisei que o tempo ia me inocentar, hehe]

If you are pato o'ward and is seeing this, LEAVE!

“Strike one,” you mumbled close to Pato’s ear as you watched him perk up to your voice. His hold on a champagne flute shook minimally but you knew he heard you and understood the warning in your voice.

Pato had been more socially involved in tonight’s party. Which usually wouldn’t really bother you too much, but when there were at least three random women openly flirting with him, and he didn’t do anything to stop it, it really got on your nerves. And he knew the only one getting punished for it is himself.

You left him alone and went to the bar, asking for a new mojito, but your eyes were trained on Pato on the other side of the room. He was aware of you too, the flush on his cheeks you knew was a reflection of your power over him.

He kept talking with the same women who were flirting with him before. You mentally gave him ten more minutes to pack up the conversation and come to you. When he didn’t, you raised your hand and showed him the number two.

Strike two.

He gulped, saying something to the women and scurrying away from them. He started walking up to you, but he was halfway through when one of the women stopped him standing in front of him and running a hand up and down his chest. It was only a couple of seconds, and Pato quickly held her wrist, told her off and kept walking up to you.

You sipped your drink, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes when he finally stopped in front of you.

“Strike three, Patricio,” you said with a saccharine smile and he shook his head.

“You saw that- she came onto me! I didn’t do anything!”

“Had you stopped her way before, none of it would’ve happened.”

“But she-”

You held a finger up, and he silenced. After finishing your mojito, you set it down and took Pato’s hand, walking away. He followed you into the taxi, and quietly sat down on the way home. You absentmindedly held a hand on his thigh. Pato tried to not to squirm, knowing that you were pretty pissed at his little stunt. You were the jealous type, and when he was feeling a little adventurous, he’d go out of his way to get a rise of you, but tonight had not been his intention to piss you off and risk not being allowed to cum, as you knew it was the one punishment he didn’t enjoy fully.

At home, you two removed your coats, and you sat on the sofa, seemingly relaxing against the cushions. Maybe you were in a good enough mood to not punish him.

“Can I take off your heels?” Pato offered, kneeling by your feet. You arched an eyebrow but offered your foot. He unlatched the straps of your heels, and you sighed as he massaged each of your feet softly.

Pato stood up and went into the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water that you almost chugged down, he knew you always got thirsty after nights out. But you knew better, you knew he was trying to butter you up after hitting three strikes at the party. You opened your arms, and he fell face first into your chest, nuzzling his face on the low cut of your dress. You scratched up and down his back, and he practically purred into you, melting.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, baby,” you muttered and he just stood up, carrying you into the bedroom.

He only stopped when he placed you on the floor by the bed. You linked both arms around his neck, tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips. Pato’s hands circled your waist, and he palmed your ass just as you deepened the kiss, opening your mouth and feeling him sighing into your lips. You kissed down his jaw, then you held his face, kissing down his neck, biting softly. He melted, and you tightened your hold on his jaw.

“You think I don’t know you’re trying to evade your punishment? Being a good boy now won’t spare you,” you bit harder on his neck, and he groaned out loud, “take your clothes off and get on the bed. Boxers stay on.”

He whined because he knew his boxers only came out if he were to cum, and right now, he wouldn't. You went into the closet and got a pair of leather handcuffs, a collar and a crop. You took your clothes off, staying only with panties on. When you went back, he was laying on the bed, as instructed. As soon as he saw the handcuffs, he put both hands up so you could tie him to the headboard, you knelt beside him, placing the cuffs and then, the collar around his thick neck.

You sat on his lap, only two layers of fabric between your cunt and him. Leaning down, you kissed him hard, devouring him, sucking his tongue, biting his lower lip, nipping at his chin. You grounded your hips on his, moaning at the feel of his erection under you.

“I’m using you tonight, baby,” you told him, moving your hips up and down his covered cock, “be good, and maybe you get a reward in the end, yes?”

“Yes, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up, into you. You sighed, slapping his face, not very hard just as a warning, but he smiled at you, all sweet and innocent. So you slapped him again, his face flush and he bit back a smile.

You scooted back until you were between his legs, running your hands up and down his muscly thighs. You leaned down, fully mouthing at his cock over his boxers, and he moaned pathetically. Letting your saliva drip down onto the fabric, you fully sucked on him, wetting him all over and making a mess.

“Ah, please, please, love-” He moaned out loud, trying to control his hips, shaking.

“I’m sorry? Did you say something?” You stopped, and he whined, shaking his head no.

You ran your nails up and down his chest, and his breath hitched. You kissed his chest, then you bit down on his skin until a red mark was left. Pato loved pain, he was so turned on whenever you marked his skin out of possessiveness. You knew he would never go for someone else, but a jealous part of you was satisfied that if he ever did, there would be bite marks and hickeys all over his chest to let anyone know who Pato belonged to.

You quickly stood up so you could remove your damp panties. On top of him again, you scooted over, until you had a knee on each side of his head, and the motherfucker smiled wildly as soon as he realized what you were doing.

He welcomed your cunt with an open mouth as you sat on his face, his tongue lapping up at your folds up and down. As a motorsports driver, he had great head and neck control, so you could fully sit on his face and he would be fine.

You moaned, holding on the headboard for balance. He sucked you as if he was making out with your cunt, and you quickly built up to your orgasm. You were so close that you started to ride his face full force, one hand on his head, pulling his hair as you rode him, his stubble was a good kind of pain against your sensitive skin.

When he fully sucked your clit, you were a goner. Moaning and writhing until that shaky haze left your body after you fully rode out your orgasm.

“Ah, baby! You’re such a good boy making me cum,” you said, moving from his head, looking at the complete mess you made of his face.

You held his face and kissed him, tasting yourself and he moaned into your mouth when he felt your hand cupping him over his boxers.

“What is your color?” You asked, breaking the kiss with a string of saliva between your lips.

“Green, baby. Please, please!” His hands bucked against the handcuffs. You hummed and squeezed his cock harder, his boxers wet with both your saliva and his precum.

“I’m not sure if you deserve anything good today, honey” you reached for the crop, hitting Pato’s thighs with it, and he squirmed.

“I’ll be good, mami. I promise I’ll be so good for you!” He pleaded, sweat coating his forehead and the bite marks already showing up purple all over his chest.

You pulled at his boxers, finally setting his cock free, and he moaned at the possibilities. Leaning down, you spit over his cock, not that he really needed, he had leaked so much precum already. You wrapped a hand around his girth, pumping him torturously slow, up and down. You watched his face contort into pain and pleasure, and he tried his best to not fuck into your hand. He failed, so you gripped the crop and hit each side of his face with it. Pato kept moaning and whispering his begging words.

Finally, you let go of the crop, got on his lap and lined up his cock into your entrance. He looked down, all hopeful.

“If you cum without my permission, you will regret it, Patricio.” Your voice was serious, and he nodded in agreement. You reached for his face and slapped him, and he groaned as you placed his cockhead into your warm cunt, “answer, me.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I won’t cum- cum without your permission, mami!” He nodded.

You sunk into him, at once and you felt so full you needed a moment. His eyes rolled back at the feel of your tight, warm cunt. You placed both hands over his chest for balance, then you started riding him, slow at first, up and down with your wetness coating his length. You were going slow, but so hard that he hit that one spot inside you that had you shaking with desire, the knot in your core tightening up before release.

Both of you were moaning obscenely loud, your falling on your face as your muscles started to strain from the movements.

“Ah, mami, please let me cum! I’m so close!”

“Hold it,” you told him, not stopping.

“I can’t! Feels too good- fuck- ah, I can’t-”

You pulled him out, scooting forward on his abdomen and away from his cock as he cried out, so close to his release.

“I told you not to. I’m going to touch myself and make me cum, and you won’t get any release today,” you threatened. He whined.

“No, no, I’ll be good! I won’t cum until you say so, please. Please let me fill you up!”

You chuckled at his eagerness, and you went back, spearing yourself on him once again. Tired of games, you started riding him, fast and hard, pounding both of you on the bed. Running your hands up and down your body, you pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit, until it had you cumming hard on his cock, your cunt clenching so hard on him that Pato thought he was going to pass out trying to hold back his own orgasm. He managed to resist the warm embrace of your cunt pulsing through your high, letting your moans fill the room and you recover from your own orgasm.

“You’re good, baby, so so good holding back f’me,” you said, breathless, “got your first reward.”

You leaned to the headboard, your tits pressing over his face, and uncuffed his wrists, massaging softly with your hands.

“Can I touch you?” His eyes shone like a boy in the park.

“Yes, baby,” you placed his hands on your hips, and started riding him again.

You kept the rhythm from before, snapping your hips, now with the aid of his own hands. It didn’t take much for him to start stuttering, his moans louder by the second.

“I’m sorry, so so sorry! I’m sorry-” Pato said between groans as his hips started bucking into yours.

“It’s ok, baby. You can cum,” you finally allowed him, pulling on his collar to choke him a little bit.

“Thank you, mami. Thank you, thank you!”

He came with a loud groan, his eyes rolling back and his grip on your hips bruising as he twitched inside you, and you clenched around his cock, milking him within an inch of his life. He was all flushed and fucked out, his face sweaty, rosy lips, teary eyed with his pupils blown wide. One of your favorite versions of him. You plopped on his chest, both of you panting and worn down.

You cuddled for a little while, then you managed to get Pato into the bathroom for a warm and quick shower to clean the two of you. He washed you and you washed him, softly and with much affection as always. Aftercare was such an intimate moment between you, always checking with each other if everything was alright. You ran a hand through his hair, down his back, up to his shoulders, and he sighed contently as you ran your hand down his chest. Before leaving the shower, he hugged you, kissing your head and holding you tight for a couple of seconds.

He was sleepy when you got back to bed, you checked his hickeys and bites to see if you had accidentally hurt him, then you put some cream on his skin.

You laid down and Pato laid on top of you, his face against your boobs just as he loved to do.

“Baby, you were very good today,” you told him, softly running a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

“We need to get water and a snack, come on,” you poked him, but he nuzzled further into your boobs.

“Just five more minutes?”

“Ok, five more minutes, then” you kissed his head.

“I love you,” he said.

“I know,” you pulled his head to peck his lips, “and I love you too.”

[alonsoings]

what the hell is going on at arrow mclaren

[acrosstobear]

oh my GOD

[lightning-mclaren]

arrow mclaren stay winning with the sexiest liveries *chef’s kiss*

[raapija]

WHY MUST THEY BREAK UP 😭😭😭😭💔💔

[livefastdriveyoung]

Mclaren has always, and I mean always treated their drivers like they are the least important part of a race/team. They fired Kevin Magnussen on his birthday in an email. They brought Daniel Ricciardo in and broke him because they couldn't figure out how to have a driver like him on the team and balance him with Lando.

They fired David Malukas because he couldn't drive with an injury.

And now this:

Not only did they very clearly blindside Theo Pourchaire, they had him give up his super formula seat in order to be able to driver for them. So now not only is Theo out of an Indycar seat, he has no seat anywhere. The 2023 F2 champion has no seat in any sport at all. It's insane that this is becoming an acceptable behavior.

I hope Theo is able to drive somewhere next season. There are rumors that as soon as his release was announced three teams immediately wanted his info. I have faith he will be in the seat.

DO NOT HATE ON NOLAN SIEGEL. This is not an invitation to do so. He seems like a nice guy. The pay-driver thing is going to be a reality of it all about him, but my big concern is that he has not even tested the Mclaren yet. I hate when a team makes a move based on info from other teams, even when their owner/manager is shared.

I would also like to point out that this decision is in the hands of Zak Brown. He runs Mclaren, both in Indy and F1. If he can do it in Indy, like he already has to David Malukas and now Theo, he could do it to his academy drivers and F1 drivers, like he did to Daniel Ricciardo. I would like to point out, actually, that he's still doing it right now with Oscar. Oscar has had considerable pace these last few races, even better than Lando on occasion, but they have consistently sacrificed him anyway. Oscar has the benefit of being fantastic and also having Mark Webber as his manager. I wouldn't be surprised if Red Bull or Aston Martin offer him a contract in the future. But for drivers who aren't as lucky as Oscar Piastri? It's a problem. Zak Brown has spent countless interview hours ripping into Red Bull's toxic driver environment. Newsflash, at least Red Bull doesn't pretend. At least every driver coming in knows they have a benchmark that is Max. The benchmark for Mclaren is money.