#bmw race suit

[leathercollectionus]

Road Race Suit Michael Van Der Mark BMW WSBK 2023

As the WSBK 2023 is in action. There is great news for the fans of Michael Van Der Mark, as they can buy their favourite rider Road Race Suit which he wore as he participates from the BMW team.

Road Race Suit Michael Van Der Mark BMW WSBK 2023

[blerb-f1]

Junge - Sebastian Vettel x reader

Sebastians Parents hate his career choice but at least you're here.

This is like a prequel to THIS fanfic - please beware that Sebs actual parents are incredibly cute and supportive and also i didn't mean to make like consistent songfics yet here we are. Its about "Junge" by "Die Ärtze"

hahahahaha

America's West, the vast prairie

And right in the middle of it: A small house

And in it: A concerned mother

2023 - Sebastian has just announced his retirement. You, his trusty Engineer since the Toro Rosso Days have spent the day looking back and reminiscing. Throughout the years you’ve had people come and go in your lives, but only you two and Britta, his manager, were truly consistent. One Group of People you absolutely couldn't count on were his parents.

They happily supported his Kart Career but going into F1? Never, F1 was for nobodies and troublemakers. If asked in which Michael would fall, they’d just say “Schumi is an exception”

Throughout the BMW Sauber Testing Years Seb would exist in the car given to him by BMW, friends apartments or hotels rented by Sauber themselves but never anything consistent. Once the move to Torro Rosso happened, with you becoming his equally young engineer, Red Bull made the decision to rent an apartment for you to share. Although you weren't a Red Bull Junior, Fate brought it this way. 

You’d taken way too many angry calls of Sebs Parents, causing you to one day chuck his mobile phone down the toilet- He was enraged but life soon improved until the worst day  happened. Your apartment was small yet cozy with each of you decorating their room lively. His covered in trophies and race suits, yours with study notes and smart looking graphs. Both however representative of your interests, with your shared common space housing your gaming consoles, a popcorn maker you bought thinking you’d use it a lot and a massive pullout couch someone put out for free which you transported home hanging off Sebs BMW X3 

Boy (Boy), why haven't you learned anything?

Look at Dieter, he even has a car!

Why don't you go to Uncle Werner's workshop?

He'll give you a permanent employment, if you ask him about it

Boy (Boy, Boy)

That was the first thing barreling out of a phone held to your ears. 

Sebastian and You had just entered the Red Bull Factory during off week to test new parts on the car. You, additionally, had more classes on being a Race Engineer. While you already were supporting him during races, you still had to study more to become better.

Just as you were about to enter the elevator, Helmut Marko came angrily flying towards you. 

“SEBASTIAN VETTEL! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M TAKING CALLS FOR YOU!” he shouted, throwing his Motorola towards you both. His moms shriekky noisy voice echoed through the speaker. 

His Cousin Dieter was a useless POS, whom his Uncle Werner, the workshop owner, coddled until there was no tomorrow. You had the displeasure of meeting them both when his parents sent them to your shared apartment, in hopes of building bridges. You both however preferred the Fernando Alonso Bridge and set this bridge on fire with a can of gasoline.

They were horrible rude upon intruding on your shared space. Dieter insulting your gaming setup, Werner complaining about your general decor and moving in. You’d gotten very fed up with them, opening the door and telling them to Leave that exact second.

Afterwards you and Seb had celebrated by ordering expensive Delivery Pizza while watching 100% Pirated movies. Most likely an Austin Powers Movie.

And the way you always look, holes in your pants, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

And your hair too, words fail me - do you have to dye it?

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, we don't know what to do anymore

"DON'T GET THE TUB DIRTY!" you shrieked as Seb was trying to wash the dye out of your hair. You'd attempted to dye your hair purple and black with Seb being the one doing the work. He was, however, not good at being cleanly. He'd gotten dye inside of his gloves, on his pants and covered half of the apartment in the process. The washing out process was equally catastrophic with him getting your old bathroom tiles covered as well. 

As some dye was left over, you decided to apply it to his beautiful locks. You both came out very matchy. His hair had him look like a black-purple Raccoon and as he was a skinny boy, he looked more like a hungry raccoon than the fat ones you’d usually see rummaging on TV.

The day after you had an appointment with a piercer to get further piercings, the guy immediately thought you were a couple because of the matching hair.  You got multiple Piercings, each of them becoming their own memory for the future. You still remembered Brittas Expression as you turned up on Monday with all the metal jingling of your ears and in your face.

What you hadn't however expected, was receiving an invite to Sebastian's Aunts Birthday Party.  The Raccoon dye in his hair greatly contrasted the grown up BMW you found yourself in as you two were approaching Heppenheim. Seb took you along as an emotional support animal to better endure the party. You had met his parents before, the day they turned up at your house and another when they turned up at the factory. The day they had turned up at your house, you had your lovely neighbor open the building's front door. She was a lovely lady with hearing issues so you could be as loud as you wanted without bothering her. She often would cook for you in turn helping her with heavy tasks. She shushed them away and made you a hearty meal.

As the car pulled into his old home's driveway, you clearly saw people rushing towards the front door and stumbling out. Seb was clutching the wheel tightly, you both had been driving all the way from Austria so you were already pretty tired.

As you stepped outside you could hear his mom let out a surprised scream, it getting louder as Sebastian stepped out. Your favorite Piercing (a chain connecting from your lips to the ear) was glittering under the porchlight as his little brother rushed out, pushing his mom aside. He jumped upwards into Sebs Arms, possibly being the one most excited for his return.

“Who is this…Woman?” his mom asked, almost snakelike. 

“My Race Engineer and Roommate, Y/N”, Seb stated while brushing through his brother's hair.

Boy (Boy) don't break your mother's heart

It's not too late to enroll at university

You used to be interested in animals, wouldn't that be worth pursuing?

Your own vet practice, Boy

The dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. His aunt was to your surprise the one married to Werner, so he, the aunt and Dieter kept giving you dirty looks. His grandparents were equally unhappy with your both looks. Meanwhile his little brother was trying to show him pictures and awards. His Mom didn’t miss a single Chance to insult his driving career, only his dad stayed quiet. Then she started, talking about his love for animals and proposing he should become a vet again. A proposal, she kept repeating uselessly. 

Finally she dragged him away and his little brother approached you with shimmering eyes, inviting you to his room to show you his collection of things. 

You happily took the chance to flee from annoying relatives as you settled onto Fabians Bed, the sheets with car print giving way under your bum. The quiet mumbling from downstairs being way more endurable than the massively loud chatter. You would always pick the sound of a screaming V10, even if it would blast your hearring away. It would at least protect you from the pain of being repeatedly and hiddenly insulted.

knock knock

His father came in, face pulled into a mildly sad expression as he sheepishly stood in front of the room's door. you eyed him, waiting for more insults of your person to be hurled at you.

Instead however, he gave you a bag.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yeah”

“Please” he was a quiet man, his age clearly visible on his face. “Please give this to Sebastian. Heike, she… She isn’t herself . This isn’t like her. But Seb, he should have this back.”

You take the bag and gingerly lay it on the mattress next to you.

“If she’s gotten so bad, why don’t you leave her?”

“I promised to stick to her, in good and bad times.”

And the way you always look, piercings in your nose, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Electric guitars and always these lyrics

Nobody wants to listen to that

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, so much bad company

We will disinherit you

(What will the tax office say?)

How is it all going to end, we are worried

Seb and You were finally back home. Home, yes that’s what Austria had become for you both.  

The apartment was quiet until you rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out an  Electric Guitar and its required equipment. You gave Seb a cheeky grin before proceeding to play Wonderwall by Oasis. “Not Wonderwall…” Sebastian moaned.

You handed him the Guitar. “Then play something Better, Starboy!”

“But I don't know how to?”

“Just let it out!” you screamed before stomping around the living room, tumbling over collections of varying junk and memorabilia. 

clinggggg

You’d stumbled over the long forgotten bag his father had handed you. The Guitar abruptly stopped as Seb dropped it onto the Sofa while staring the bags contents

His first trophy, his favorite stuffed animal and his laminated photos of meeting Michael for the first time.

“Where did you get those from?” Seb asked with anger lacing his voice.

“Your father gave them to me.”

He looked between you and the bag's contents, difficulty enshrining his expression as you bent down, picking up the trophy. You lifted it, brushing your shirt over it. After a serious glance you shoved his newest trophies to the side and placed it smack dab in the middle. You could clearly imagine the little, then blonde boy, bursting with pride upon being handed it by his childhood Idol Michael Schumacher.

And you were such a sweet child

And you were such a sweet child

And you were such a sweet child

You were so sweet

And always your friends, I bet you all take drugs

And always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Think of your future, think of your parents

Do you want us to die?

[mensfactory]

BMW M1 

The M1’s history is complicated, and its impact on the Bavarian marque’s reputation was far greater than the modest production run of just 453 examples would suggest. Certainly, the M1 was a Supercar in the context of late-1970s racing technology, and that it looks like one is due to its body having been styled by Giorgetto Giugiaro, founder of Italdesign.

The M1 was developed under the aegis of BMW Motorsport head Jochen Neerpasch to compete in Group 5 racing, primarily against Porsche’s nearly invincible 911. Homologation requirements called for 400 road-going examples, and without the capacity to build the car in house, BMW partnered with Lamborghini to develop the chassis, assemble prototypes, and manufacture the production run.

Yet Lamborghini’s financial woes of the era eventually caused BMW to bring the project back in house, though Dallara designed the mid-engined, tube-frame chassis. The project soldiered on, during the course of which subsequent changes in Group 5 rules relegated the M1 to Group 4 competition. If the wedge-shaped profile of the BMW M1 recalls the 1970s-era Giugiaro aesthetic, perhaps best expressed by the Lotus Esprit, it’s because wedges, like leisure suits, were all the rage at the time. But unlike leisure suits, wedges still look cool today. One concession to tradition in the design of the M1 was the retention of BMW’s classic twin-kidney grilles in the front fascia. (Note to BMW’s designers today: bigger isn’t always better.)

Behind the driver and passenger was BMW’s 3.5-liter, twin-cam inline-six engine with mechanical fuel injection and a five-speed transmission. Making 273 hp in street tune, the mill gave the car the ability to reach about 165 mph. Inside the cockpit, occupants would not be found guilty if either felt a little short-changed of luxury, though the fabric seat inserts seem au courant today.

[littlest-w01f]

Ballroom

For @acotargiftexchange

This is my gift for my lovely recipient @cinmawrites

ACOTARGIFTEXCHANGE MASTERLIST

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven

The day before the Christmas party, there was a delivery to Feyre's dorm rooms, Morrigan had gone home for the holidays, while she had stayed back.

Feyre kept the big box she had just received on top of her bed, With trembling hands, Feyre lifted the lid of the elegant silver box, revealing a shimmering vision of navy velvet. Nestled within the rich fabric lay a stunning gown.

A small envelope rested atop the gown, bearing her name in bold, masculine script, written in gold. With bated breath, Feyre retrieved the note and unfolded it, her heart skipping a beat as she read the formal invite, when she turned the print, there was another hand written note on it.

"My Feyre Darling,

Save me the first dance tomorrow.

P.S. I've taken the liberty of including a pair of matching shoes and accessories to complete the ensemble. I trust they will suit you perfectly. And a car will arrive at your campus to pick you up at sharp 7 pm."

Feyre gasped softly as she held up the exquisite gown, the rich navy velvet shimmering under the fluorescent lights of her dorm room. The dress was a masterpiece of design - a strapless sweetheart neckline gave way to a fitted bodice that would hug her curves perfectly, while the skirt flowed into a graceful A-line cut. Delicate lace trim adorned the hem and the edge of the sweetheart neckline, adding a touch of elegance to it. The skirt flowed into a graceful train, catching the light and seeming to dance before her eyes.

It wasn't just a dress, it was the dress. But better. Inside the box, Feyre discovered not only the exquisite gown but also a pair of strappy heels in a complementary shade of navy, and a glittering clutch purse.

As Feyre gazed upon the breathtaking ensemble, her mind whirled with thoughts of Rhysand's generosity. The dress was a work of art, tailored specifically to accentuate her alluring figure. She couldn't help but imagine the way it would cling to her skin, the way the lace would brush against her shoulders as she moved.

Her fingers trailed over the fabric, marvelling at its luxurious texture. The shoes, too, were a perfect match, the high heels elongating her legs and making her feel statuesque and regal. The clutch added a touch of sophistication, its glittering surface catching the light enticingly. With each item, Feyre felt Rhysand's presence more keenly, his taste and attention to detail evident in every stitch and seam.

As Feyre gently laid the gown across her bed, marveling at its craftsmanship, she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the intimate gesture. The fact that Rhysand had chosen this dress specifically for her, had gone to such lengths to ensure she would have the perfect outfit for the evening, spoke volumes about his interest in her.

She traced her fingers along the sumptuous velvet, imagining how it would feel against her skin, how the rich colour would complement her complexion. The thought of slipping into this gown, of having Rhysand's eyes on her as she descended the grand staircase of his estate, sent a flutter of anticipation through her stomach.

As she pictured herself descending the opulent staircase, Feyre felt a shiver run down her spine. Rhysand's gaze would undoubtedly be riveted on her, drinking in the sight of her in his chosen gown. The knowledge that he had deliberately designed this moment, planned every detail to make her feel cherished and desired, filled her with a heady sense of power and allure.

The next day, a dark blue BMW, the damn car matching her grown, pulled up to the curb outside Feyre's dormitory sharp at 7 pm, she felt her heart begin to race with nervous anticipation. The driver, immaculately dressed in a crisp black uniform, exited the vehicle and approached her with a polite nod.

"Good evening, Ms Archeron. Mr Darling has sent me to escort you to the Christmas party," He said smoothly, opening the rear passenger door for her with a flourish.

"Hi, yeah- yes. Thank you..." Feyre took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she smoothed down the front of her gown, holding her coat closer to herself, gripping hard to the purse in her hand, filled with all her necessities. The navy velvet clung to her curves in all the right places, making her feel both elegant and alluring. She had spent extra time on her appearance, wanting to look her absolute best for this occasion.

As Feyre slid into the luxurious leather interior of the car, the driver closed the door behind her with a soft click, then handed her a velvet box. "This is from the boss, Ms."

Inside the velvet box, Feyre found a stunning set of jewellery - a delicate choker necklace featuring intricate filigree work in platinum, with a single large sapphire pendant nestled in the centre, that would set just over her breasts, matching sapphire and diamond drop earrings, and a slender bracelet that would snake around her wrist, studded with more of those mesmerizing blue stones, there was also a ring, with a note attached to it. Feyre unwrapped the note, reading the words, "If the ring fits, I would love to see it on you."

The jewellery was breathtaking, far too extravagant a gift for a mere employee. It spoke of a level of intimacy and favouritism that made Feyre's heart race. As she fastened the choker around her slender neck, feeling the cool metal against her skin. She slipped on the earrings and pulled out her hand mirror from the clutch to look at herself.

Through the tinted windows, she watched as the familiar sights of the cityscape gave way to winding country roads lined with twinkling Christmas lights. The closer they got to Rhysand's estate, the more her nerves began to fray.

When the car finally pulled up the long driveway, Feyre's breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. Rhysand's mansion was a vision of old-world charm meets modern luxury, its stone facade adorned with festive evergreen wreaths and shimmering icicle lights. As the driver opened her door, Feyre stepped out onto the cobblestone path, the cool night air kissing her bare shoulders.

She noticed the long line of drivers outside the door, security checking them while Rhysand's driver had just waved her through without a second glance. Clearly, Rhysand had arranged special privileges for her arrival.

As if summoned by her presence, Rhysand appeared at the top of the staircase leading to the entrance of the manor. He looked devastatingly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo that hugged his frame, his dark hair artfully tousled. His eyes, as they landed on Feyre, widened almost imperceptibly as he drank in the sight of her.

"Feyre," He murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine as he descended the steps towards her. "You look... Absolutely breathtaking. That dress suits you perfectly." His gaze raked appreciatively over her form, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts above the sweetheart neckline.

Rhysand reached out, his gloved hand raised, waiting for Feyre to take. Feyre placed her hand in Rhysand's, electricity seeming to crackle where their skin met even through the fine leather of his glove. He brought her knuckles to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to them as his eyes locked with hers, dark with unspoken emotion. "I see the ring fit." He commented. "It's a pleasure to see you."

"Thank you, the pleasure is mine, Rhys," Feyre replied softly, a faint blush colouring her cheeks at the intensity of his gaze and the gallant gesture. "Thank you for inviting me tonight. And for the... Generous gifts." She touched the sapphire pendant at her throat to the shoes she wore with her free hand.

Rhysand smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips that made Feyre's pulse quicken. "I wanted everything to be perfect for you, Feyre darling." Rhysand seemed momentarily flustered by Feyre's radiant smile, a faint flush creeping up his neck beneath his collar. He cleared his throat, regaining his composure as he tucked Feyre's hand into the crook of his elbow, guiding her towards the grand entrance.

"Shall we? It's about to snow soon, I'd rather you not get cold, darling." He murmured, leading her inside the opulent foyer, handing her coat at the coat check, promising that the main enclosure was heated. A massive Christmas tree stood sentinel in the centre, its boughs heavy with glittering ornaments and twinkling lights. The air was filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, mingling with the sound of distant laughter and clinking glasses.

As they walked, Rhysand leaned in close, his breath warm against Feyre's ear. "I must confess, I've been looking forward to this evening all week. Having you here, in my home... Makes everything feel more... Alive somehow," Rhysand finished softly, his usual confident demeanour cracking to reveal a vulnerability not rare to Fyere anymore. His hand tightened slightly on Feyre's arm as they paused at the threshold of the grand ballroom.

Inside, dozens of elegantly dressed guests milled about, sipping champagne and conversing animatedly. The room was a winter wonderland come to life, with ice sculptures, frosted garlands, and a towering Christmas tree that seemed to touch the vaulted ceiling. Soft instrumental music played in the background, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

Rhysand turned to face Feyre fully, his expression serious yet tender. "Before we join the others, I want you to know how much your presence means to me, Feyre. Not just tonight, but always."

Rhysand shifted uncomfortably, clearly flustered by the depth of his own emotions. He released Feyre's arm to run a hand through his hair, mussing it further in an endearingly boyish gesture.

"I'm not quite sure what came over me," He admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "It's just... You make me feel things I don't often experience, Feyre. Joy, excitement, hope... and something more, something I'm still struggling to put words to."

He offered her a wry, apologetic smile, motioned to everything she was wearing, everything he had just gifted her with a wave of his hand. "Forgive me for the sudden bout of sentimentality. I promise not to embarrass myself further. Or you."

Taking a deep breath, Rhysand squared his shoulders and extended his arm once more. "Now, shall we join the festivities?"

Feyre's heart swelled at Rhysand's candid admission, touched by the sincerity in his voice and the vulnerable glint in his eyes. She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath her palm.

"Don't apologize, Rhys," She whispered, her own voice trembling slightly. "I… I feel it too. Whatever 'it' is. This connection between us, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced."

She smiled up at him, her fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt. "I don't mind being the cause of your sentimentality. In fact, I find it rather charming."

Rhysand's expression softened, a warm smile spreading across his face as he covered Feyre's hand with his own. "Oh thank god. Because I got you a Lisianthus bouquet to match the dress too. I hid it at the last moment."

"I have no idea what those are." Feyre snorted softly, still sticking to him without even knowing it.

Rhysand chuckled, the sound rich and soothing like warm honey as he motioned over a waiter and took two flutes full of champagne, handing one to Feyre. "A lisianthus is a type of flower, Feyre. They're small, delicate, and utterly exquisite. Just like you." He winked playfully, making Feyre's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.

Rhysand's flirtatious remark sent a delightful shiver through Feyre, her pulse quickening at the double entendre hidden within his praise of the flowers, she accepted the flute with a smile, nodding when Rhysand whispered for her to not drink yet. She couldn't help but laugh, a melodic sound that harmonized beautifully with the lilting melody drifting from the ballroom.

"Oh, you charmer," Feyre teased, shaking her head in amusement. "But since you seem so enamored with them, what makes lisianthus so special?"

As she spoke, Rhysand guided her towards the grand staircase that led to the ballroom, his hand never leaving hers, the two lost in each other as everyone else slowly gathered around to greet Rhysand, the generous host. The intricately carved bannister felt cool against Feyre's fingertips as they ascended, the sensation heightened by the electric awareness that crackled between them.

"You see, lisianthus symbolize appreciation, gratitude, and refinement," Rhysand explained, his voice low and intimate despite the bustling activity below. "Everything that I feel for you."

When they reached a particular step, Rhysand stopped Feyre from going further down, "Stay with me through the toast?" Rhysand's tone, though gentle, carried an unmistakable undercurrent of authority - a reminder of the power dynamics that existed between them, however much their personal relationship may have blurred those lines. Feyre nodded understandingly, her gaze meeting his with a mix of affection and respect.

"Of course, Rhys. I wouldn't miss it for the world," She assured him, her voice warm with sincerity, standing beside him, she looked down at all the people she didn't know, among them, her eyes landed on Mor, a look of confusion forming on her face seeing her roommate, dressed in a lovely white gown, since it wasn't her colour.

Rhysand noticed the perplexed look on Feyre's face as she scanned the crowd below, her brow furrowed in curiosity. "Fascinating, isn't it?" Rhysand remarked, observing Feyre's observation. "As long as this gala has been happening, the ladies wear white for it, as a show of unity between us. But my mother, as the lady of the house, used to wear her favourite shade of indigo, to stand out while she was with my father. Hence," He waved at her navy gown. "This choice of mine for you."

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he added, "Though I must admit, seeing you in this stunning navy gown, Feyre, you shine brighter than all the stars in the sky. Your beauty eclipses any convention."

Feyre blushed at the implications, she was the centre of attention, just as he was. In his words, he saw herself as the supposed Lady of his house, her mind racing with possibilities, going too far in her own fantasies of actually being her.

With a smooth turn, he addressed the crowd, "Ladies, Gentlemen and others. It is my great honour to welcome you all to the 526th annual Night Christmas ball. As per my lovely mother's favourite, and still new, tradition, please grab yourselves your partners, and join us on the dance floor for the first dance of the night and party on!" He smiled, raising his glass as Feyre followed.

As Rhysand raised his glass, the room erupted in cheers and applause, the energy shifting from anticipation to pure revelry. Feyre watched, enchanted, as couples paired off and began to dance, their movements fluid and graceful against the backdrop of twinkling lights and festive decorations.

Rhysand turned back to her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Care to dance, my radiant star?" He asked, offering his hand. "I promise not to step on your toes... Much."

"So you said, there are no plus ones, why is that? Feyre asked as Rhysand led her to the centre of the ballroom, watching everyone pair off. A lot of folks had come up to them to compliment her dress, while some had been a little backhanded, she felt good about herself with Rhysand's arm around her waist. "What if someone wants to bring their partner?"

She had met up with Mor, Cassian and Azriel, who gave off the vibe of being private security, and Amren, perhaps the only one she actually knew here apart from her friend.

"It's to make sure unwanted guests don't come barging in using loopholes. Everyone I want here, got their own invite, including the partners of my friends" He spun Feyre once and then pulled her close. "I'd hate for someone to ruin my party."

As Rhysand twirled Feyre, her skirts fluttered out like a celestial aurora, catching the kaleidoscope of colours from the chandeliers above. Laughter bubbled up from her throat, mingling with the euphoric music that filled the air. The warmth of Rhysand's body pressed against hers made her feel invincible, as if nothing could pierce the bubble of joy surrounding them.

When he brought her back in close, Feyre rested her cheek against his chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the subtle musk of his skin. "This is truly magical," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the lively orchestra. "Thank you for sharing this night with me, Rhys."

Rhysand's chest rumbled with a contented chuckle as he held Feyre close, savouring the sweet fragrance of her hair and the softness of her curves against him. "You are the magic, Feyre Archeron," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "And I'm the one honored to be with you tonight."

The tender words sent a thrill through Feyre, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. She tilted her head to meet Rhysand's gaze, her emerald eyes shimmering with adoration. At that moment, surrounded by the whirlwind of festivities yet cocooned in their own private universe, Feyre knew she would cherish this memory forever.

As the song drew to a close, Rhysand reluctantly released her, though his hands lingered on her hips. "Shall we get some refreshments? I want you to try some finger foods before dinner," He said with a sly grin, winking at her. "I hope you stay for dinner. Not everyone here right now will."

With a playful smirk, Rhysand offered his arm to Feyre once more, guiding her through the throng of dancers toward a lavish buffet table. The spread before them was a feast for the eyes as much as the palate, with delectable morsels ranging from bite-sized pastries to delicate skewers of grilled meats and seafood.

"Everything smells so good," Feyre smiled, her eyes widening as she surveyed the options. "I think I might need extra hands just to sample everything!"

Rhysand laughed, the sound rich and warm, sending pleasant vibrations through Feyre's chest. "Help yourself, Feyre darling."

As Feyre indulged in the decadent delights, her taste buds danced with each new flavour. She sampled a succulent meat pie, its flaky crust giving way to tender beef and rich gravy, a delicate fruit tartlet bursting with the sweetness of berries; and a savoury pastry pinwheel filled with spiced cheese and herbs. Each mouthful left her wanting more.

Rhysand observed her with a pleased smile, delighting in the sparkle of enjoyment in her eyes. The way she closed them in bliss when sampling the tartlet, the soft moan of satisfaction when biting into the bite-sized pieces, it was a sensual display that stirred something primal within him.

There was a high-pitched scream, when Feyre and Rhysand turned in curiosity, they saw Cassian who had jumped in Azriel's arms. Rhysand scoffed and Feyre heard him smack his head with his palm, "This-"

"Ah! It's here!" Cassian yelped, Azriel looking bored. Near their feet, was a fully black cat, hissing up at the man.

Rhysand's eyes narrowed as he gazed down at the feline, its midnight coat seeming to absorb the light around it. The cat's piercing black gaze locked onto Rhysand, and Feyre could sense an unspoken tension emanating from both the man and the animal. , "Oh, a kitten!" She almost squealed, even though she was surprised, as she approached the cat.

Rhysand's expression softened slightly as Feyre knelt beside the cat, her gentle demeanour putting it at ease. The animal sniffed at her hand, then nuzzled it affectionately, purring low in its throat, the hissing stopping instantly. Feyre couldn't help but coo at the adorable display, reaching out to stroke the soft fur along the cat's spine.

"This is Bryaxis, our resident mischief-maker," Rhysand explained, a hint of fondness creeping into his tone.

As Feyre continued to pet Bryaxis, the cat leaned into her touch, its purrs growing louder and more contented. Rhysand watched the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and warmth, finding solace in the simple act of witnessing Feyre connect with another creature.

"It can be quite the handful sometimes," Azriel chimed in, still holding Cassian aloft with a glare. "He likes to mess with people and bitting them."

Cassian shot back with a glare, "Yeah, well, he likes to bite kind hearted men like me." Getting out of Azriel's hands, he huffed, side-eyeing the cat.

Azriel rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "He goes after those constantly scheming and causing trouble like some I could mention."

Rhysand chuckled at the banter between his siblings, shaking his head in amusement. "Brothers, always ready with a quip or a jab," he remarked with a fond smile. His attention then shifted back to Feyre, noticing the way her fingers continued to gently stroke Bryaxis' sleek fur.

Rhysand's attention remained fixed on Feyre and Bryaxis, his expression softening further as he watched the cat's demeanor shift under her gentle ministrations. It was a testament to her compassionate nature, her ability to connect with even the most elusive of creatures.

"You have a way with animals," Rhysand remarked, his voice low and intimate. "And you seem to have won him over," Rhysand noted, his voice tinged with admiration. "Not many can."

"I like animals." Feyre smiled, gently picking Bayaxis, the cat purring in her hold. She cooed at the cat as she held it.

His gaze lingered on Feyre's face as if committing every detail to memory. At that moment, surrounded by the festive atmosphere and the gentle purring of Bryaxis, he felt a profound sense of contentment wash over him. Here, with Feyre by his side, he could almost forget the weight of his responsibilities, the constant vigilance required to protect his people.

[vetteldixon]

I was once treated to a stark example of Vettel’s race-face dark side when he effectively lost the Formula 3 Euroseries title to Paul di Resta in 2006 at Le Mans.

Vettel had already spun a podium finish away in race one, but compounded this by running through the gravel in race two, easing di Resta’s march to the title. Beaten twice by his teammate, the cardinal sin… Imagine the rollicking he’d have received from Dr Marko for that one!

It was the seminal weekend of that season, and I probably broke quite a few rules by gatecrashing parc ferme while the French marshals weren’t looking. I intercepted Vettel in the queue for the weighing scales, literally seconds after he’d got out of the car and removed his crash helmet.

Gone was the tousled-haired smiley kid I’d been keeping tabs on since Formula BMW, where he was clearly a stand-out talent and with a genuinely engaging personality to go with it every time we spoke.

I suddenly felt like I was in a scene from the exorcist – this simply wasn’t the same person I had grown accustomed to dealing with. The most remarkable aspect was he didn’t even sound like his regular self as he growled one-word responses to my questions to what had gone so badly wrong.

In fact, the only multi-word response I got was him suggesting that I’d got what I wanted as a fellow Brit was now going to win the title! Talk about out of character…

So, while I’ll acknowledge that he has a dark side, for want of a better phrase, the other 99 percent of the time Vettel has been nothing but gracious, generous with his time and genuinely funny to be around.

Besides, show me an elite sportsman and multiple world champion who doesn’t pack the ability to be utterly ruthless and single-minded when it suits them?

~from “Sebastian Vettel hasn’t changed a bit--but perceptions of him have” for motorsport.com by Charles Bradley

[buriedyou]

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄.

previously found at: batgeance.

Inspired by The Batman (2022), Joker (2019), & specifically the creative works and lores of both Jessie (@jokethur) & Abigail (@banschivs). Based largely on personal interpretation as well as original headcanons. Following a post-flood timeline. Assume divergency & artistic liberties. This interpretation operates under the combined universes of Reeves' and Phillips' films, which is to say that every interaction is explored with the assumption that it's based in the real world. Furthermore, this Bruce's world lacks powers and abilities the way that most Batman iterations and DC worlds revolve around. I'm open to writing with characters with supernatural abilities or superpowers, but those interactions will not exist within Bruce's primary arc.

FULL NAME: Bruce Thomas Wayne ALT PERSONA(S): The Batman, The Detective, Paul, The Drifter GENDER: Cis-male SPECIES: Human HEIGHT: 6'1”. 6'4" in the suit. AGE: 32 years old BIRTHDAY: February 19

HOBBIES: Cars. An absolutely prolific gearhead. Racing, too. Travel, once upon a time. Tech and engineering, to varying degrees. Kickboxing, jiu-jitsu and Krav Maga. Calisthenic training. Being the Batman obviously LOL MENTAL ILLNESSES: Depression, bouts of paranoia and insomnia. Severe PTSD. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: Tinnitis. Migraines. Photophobia. Undiagnosed fibromyalgia. ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral VULNERABILITIES: Hubris and the human condition. Mortality. His family, most particularly his half-brother, Arthur Fleck. TECH & TOOLS: The Suit, ever evolving and enduring constant upgrades. The Flight Suit. The Batarang. The Batclaw. Wayne Databases. Police scanners and various filched equipment from GCPD. A modified 1969 Plymouth Barracuda. A 1963 Chevrolet Corvette C2. A modified BMW bike. A 1964 Aston Martin DB5.

CURRENTLY.

the aftermath of the flood and falcone's fall. PRESENT DAY. TBD...

IMPORTANT:

i recognize arthur fleck as bruce's canon older brother and true heir to the wayne fortune. joker and the batman are intrinsically connected; one often cannot be found without the other far behind. both are unhealthily obsessive and possessive over each other and any threats to joker OR arthur are subject to the batman AND bruce's ire. do not make the mistake of using joker against the batman; or, if you do, be prepared for the consequences. i'm very attached to abigail and jessie's portrayals and when arthur or his wife nix are referenced in threads or headcanon posts, theirs are the ones i'm talking about.

my bruce is very mentally ill. in the aftermath of the floods and bruce's revelation regarding the very deep well of criminal connections and corruption in relation to the wayne family, he's going through a very huge identity crisis. who is bruce wayne? how does he fit into gotham? can he and the batman fit together? what does this mean for wayne enterprises? these are ongoing struggles for bruce right now.

this interpretation is a younger bruce wayne, a still relatively new batman and detective, and as such the wayne estate is in a sort of limbo right now. this bruce is not the playboy billionaire businessman that most are familiar with. right now he wants nothing to do with his family name and is very much rejecting the idea that he can do much as bruce; he is far more attached to the batman and what that can do for gotham (and himself).

ALT VERSES TBD...

[hirocimacruiser]

I want you to love the wind, the SSR/EX-C revolution!!

``At 360km/h, the powerful brake system that can handle the 600 horsepower that reaches 360km/h, makes the body of the Group C tremble and applies full braking, and throws a scorching light on the famous Le Mans...'' Long Distance From an early stage, the project staff of the Speedster Racing Team, who continued to compete with the BMW-M1, began researching ways to shift the burden of cooling brakes and hub bearings to the wheels, and continued to conduct numerous tests in each actual race. We developed a new concept cooling cone for the Skyline Turbo C, which is driven by the racing expert Masahiro Hasemi, and confirmed its great effectiveness in actual battles. It not only cools the hands, but also has the great effect of banishing the heat generated by the turbo engine and backfire from the side of the body. In recent years, recent high-performance engines such as DOHC, intercooler turbos, and V-type twin cam turbos have dramatically improved their power performance, and high-performance tires, which are becoming flatter to 60 and 50 tires, have further improved grip and wet characteristics. High-speed cruising is becoming more and more exciting, and with that comes the need to remember the brakes.The higher the output, the more severe conditions are required for braking effectiveness. The amount of heat generated during braking reaches over 400℃. If a fade phenomenon occurs, the secondary motion effect will be significantly reduced and the brake pads will be seriously damaged.・・・・・・・・・As the name EXHAUST COOLING suggests, EX-C exhausts heat during braking to the outside, constantly cooling the brake group and hub system while driving, alleviating stress from heat all at once. solved. EX-CHEXCELLENT COVER, elegance and excellence above all else, the number of fins, the length of the fins, and the centrifugal fin type that suits the street needs produce men's legs.

[mediumtires]

Weird brain worm but: Toto’s ralley years w Red Bull coincide w Christian’s early years w the f1 team. Opportunity for meeting possibly?? 👀👀👀

urgh okay my sources on this are pretty slim but i’ve tried to piece this together best as i can.

so toto did some rallying “for fun” starting 1999 and stretching as far as 2013 actually. in the early 2000s toto drove mainly GT world championships and a few long long distance races for porsche, BMW, and ferrari. now my sources tell me red bull was a sponsor for some of those race teams which is why toto can be seen wearing red bull suits and driving red bull sponsored cars, mainly between 2004 and 2006.

between 2006 and 2013 he was driving for BRR (raimund baumschlager’s team) and red bull wasn’t a sponsor for them.

now, i think toto’s rallying was limited to a few races during his time as it really was more of a hobby to him. he was running his investment companies and also supporting young racing drivers at the same time so pretty busy overall. through his connections to the Mercedes junior programme he later bought the Mercedes DTM team, then co-invested in HWA which then led to his interest in f1 and williams inviting him to the factory. all of this happened between 1999 and 2009, but as far as i’m aware toto’s rallying was limited to a few races during this time and all of them in GT classes.

christian took over at jaguar/red bull in 2005. he was never really invested in GT or DTM, even during his own racing days he preferred single seaters; formula renault, formula 3000, british f2/3.

red bull as a company is known to invest in many many different sporting categories, one of which are different motorsports classes, so i don’t think it’s surprising that they sponsored GT cars. only christian wasn’t and isn’t involved in any of that; he doesn’t do sponsorships, he doesn’t do and never did GT/DTM, he’s obviously only concerned with the f1 division of red bull racing.

so i think chances of them meeting prior to toto joining forces with williams in 2009 are pretty slim. but not impossible! could make for a fun fic for sure!!

(here’s a fun red bull bulletin article on toto called “the secret life of toto wolff” published in 2021. they’re so unhinged)

[shedontsmelltoogooddarious]

First meeting. (ChromeskullxOC)

Back at it again with my shipping between my oc and Chromeskull, this time he meets his husband's small daughter.

He was determined to have a good first impression on Boris’s tiny daughter, Holding a pink stuffed bunny and whatever glittery thing he could find that would suit a little girl’s fancy. Jesse wanted this, he wanted the family he was promised a few years ago but never got- now was his chance. You better not fuck this up, Cromeans. He placed the gift bag in the back seat of his black BMW, pulling out of the parking lot of the building his penthouse was perched upon. 

—---------------------------

“Jesse, its too early-” Black growled, before a leather gloved hand grabbed his tie- pulling him to face his husband’s chromatic mask. Chrome smirked under the mask, as if his partner was playing a game with him. 

“Boris, are you denying me my role as a step father to your little piglet? What a shame, I was hoping you’d be more enthusiastic.” He released his tie, turning his back to him as he made his way up the grand staircase of Ivanov’s newly acquired mansion, his expensive leather shoes clicking against the steps. Black rubbed his throat while trailing behind, the temptation to grab the man with his tendrils and tear him apart was high. 

“Stop! We haven’t even discussed my daughter’s involvement in our partnershi-” 

Black suddenly froze upon Jesse immediately finding the door to Natalia’s room, his heart racing as he lunged for Chromeskull, only to land flat on his stomach as the tall man looked behind himself and chuckled. He opened the door, walking in like he has been here before, he had been. In the middle of the room, a small girl sat with her plushies, one tied up while a toy gun was pointed at it. “Now tell me where you hid all the moneys!” 

She demanded, before a blade suddenly popped up beside her; “My dear, may I?” 

Jesse signed, placing a hand over his chest as Natalia suddenly widened her eyes. Black was finally able to catch up to Jesse, reaching out to grab him before freezing up. Jesse traced the blade down the plush bear’s stomach, cheerily humming to himself as Natalia watched intently. The blade pierced through the fuzzy fabric, slicing from the bottom to the top as stuff spilled out. “Oh dear! Looks like his insides spilled out, but look-” 

He leaned in, blocking Natalia’s view before coming back up with twenty dollars in his gloved hand as he presented it to the little girl. She gasped, taking the money before grinning; “Good work! I see a position for you in my organization!” 

She proudly announced before her father snapped out of his frozen trance and immediately picked her up. 

“I would love to take you up on that offer dear, but I’m afraid I’ve been offered an even higher position by your father.” 

Natalia frowned, before Black shook his head and held her up to face him- placing a kiss on her forehead. “What he means is that daddy has a new business partner who’s going to be spending a lot of time with us, but he’s also on probation like how all of your uncles were.” 

He smirked, before raspberrying her cheek, causing her to squeal as she giggled. “Ahem.”

An electronic voice sounded, its owner crossing his arms as he cocked his head to the side. But from beneath the mask, Black knew he was frowning. He took Natalia from Black’s arms, enveloping her in his own as she could smell the heavy scent of his expensive cologne and familiar scent of blood from his person. He looked down at her, such a small little thing that his husband was keeping from him. “What your daddy meant to say is that I’m your other father now, and that you are mine and I am yours.” 

He couldn’t help but smile, the thoughts of being a father brought him a joy he couldn’t describe. Natalia took the new information in with a slight frown, before Chrome held her on his hip, eyeing Black with a smirk. 

“We’ll discuss this further over a dinner date for just the three of us.”

[leathercollectionus]

Michael Van Der Mark Road Race Suit

As the WSBK 2023 is in action. There is great news for the fans of Michael Van Der Mark, as they can buy their favourite rider Road Race Suit which he wore as he participates from the BMW team.

Michael Van Der Mark Road Race Suit

[42bakery]

The BMW is not a bike suited for wet/mixed conditions. This race doesn't count at all

[a-tale-never-told]

!!?

SKREEE!

HONK!

"*Hiroshi swerves to his right immediately before a BMW 2002 could crash into him, as he begins speeding down the rest of the neighborhood, checking his rearview mirror to see if the Porsche is following him. To Hiroshi's terror, it still is*"

Franz: (pushes his foot down on the pedal and cranks the shift up).

*"Franz had succeeded in getting somewhat more speed by cranking the shift up to a higher level, as the two raced down the neighborhood and sometimes into the sidewalk. Across the area, people were scrambling to get out of the way of the two cars. Other cars were not safe as they either crashed into one another or were beeping at Hiroshi and Franz to get out of the way*"

HONKKK!

BEEP! BEEP!

BEEEEEP!

Argh! Krgh! Woaaah!!

*"Hiroshi starts to swerve the car back and forth as multiple cars come into the view light, and he narrowly manages to dodge and get pass all of them without taking a scratch. Looking back, he sees Franz catching up with him, only a meter away from him*"

(Oh god, he's right behind me!)

"*After getting behind him for a while, Franz begins to swerve to the right and put himself next to Hiroshi's car, as close as the mirror. Hiroshi looks on his side to see Franz right next to him, looking right at him*"

!!!?

*"Suddenly, Franz begins to take out his Makarov PM pistol from his left suit pocket, and proceeds to aim the gun right at Hiroshi's face! Hiroshi, sweating and with his face going pale, realizes what is going to happen*"

(He's... He's out to kill me! I'm gonna die! I- )

(Huh?)

"*Hiroshi looks at the wheel, then at the pedals and brakes before him, then at Franz, and then at the road ahead. Suddenly, an idea formed in his head, even if it was risky*"

(.... Oh fuck this!)

SLAM!!!

SKREEEEE!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

*"With all of the strength he had, Hiroshi rams his car as hard as he could into the Porsche, hitting it with enough force that it shook the car and Franz inside, as he opens fire at the man. However, due to the impact, he ends up firing in the air instead of at Hiroshi, missing him with every shot he takes as he scrambles to recover from the blow*"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

!!!?

"*Immediately, Hiroshi manages to swerve out of Franz's direction and turns left into another side of the neighborhood, hoping to find a police station so that they can help arrest this manic. Franz, still staggering from the blow, gives full pursuit as the two speed down the streets once more, both not wanting to give an inch as the pursuit heats up."*

!!! *honks his car horn*

Honk! Honk! Honk!!!

*"Once they get into a clearing, Hiroshi sees a US army Jeep coming in his path on the left corner with two occupants in the military vehicle. Moving too quick to brake now and with Franz hot on his heels, Hiroshi frantically starts beeping his car horn to tell the jeep to get out of the way*"

Solider: *sees Hiroshi and Franz coming their way* Oh Shit! Watch out!!

"*Upon hearing the beeps, the two soldiers begin to brake and move the jeep backward quickly to avoid crashing into them. Hiroshi, seeing this, hits the gas pedals with all the energy he still has left and rushes past the two military men. The two privates have only a limited time to register what just happened before they see Franz as well speeding right past them and still pursuing Hiroshi*"

Solder: What the hell just happened?

Solder: Billy, your guess is as good as mine...

[vicshush]

[ID: A TikTok video by user @beamngstop of a series of virtual cars running an unusual gantlet.

A digital rendering of a car accelerates down a sloped race track as text reads (and is read out loud by what sounds like an auto-generated, lightly accented, female voice) "Precision Jump Test". The first car is identified, "Alfa Romeo". At the end of the runway party of the track, the car launches at a gap in the first of ten black and yellow striped walls, each with a square cut out that's a little bigger than the width and height of a typical car. The walls are elevated over the track that continues down the slope, and are each at least one car length apart.

The Alfa Romeo sails through all ten walls, clipping its rear tires on the 7th or 8th hole's lower lip, but continuing. Green text with a "10 [out of] 10" tally and a check mark appear as the car smashes onto the track beyond the gantlet of walls, its tires bursting off as the car rolls [Test score aside, no car escapes unscathed.]

Subsequent cars and their scores:

Astin Martin: 7/10, hits the lower lip of the hole and flips, hanging by the bumper.

Jetta: 3/10, hits the hole's lower lip, does a somersault, and falls to the track below.

Audi: 9/10, starts to rotate counterclockwise and drops, smacking into the wall below the hole in the last wall.

BMW: 10/10, clips its front tires going through the last wall, breaks up upon landing.

Dodge: 6/10, smashes and sticks, nose-down, on the lower lip of the hole.

Lamborghini: 9/10, clips the edge of the 8th hole, spins sharply, smashes most of the way through the lower edge of the 9th wall.

Mercedes: 10/10, the car's spoiler clips on the last hole, so it passes through, but lands nose down on the track beyond.

Tesla: 1/10, the vehicle is already on fire as it accelerates, windows shatter and at least half of the exterior panels fall off before the first jump, wheels fall off midair, it smashes, engulfed in flames, mostly nose-down on the lower lip on the second hole. The perspective rotates, and we see a dangling, white-suited test driver who kicks their feet together. We did not see a test driver for any of the other vehicles.

/end ID]

[carsmania001]

Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio: A Performance Powerhouse with Unmatched Luxury

H1: Introduction to the Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio The Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio is a masterpiece of Italian engineering, blending raw power, sleek design, and luxury into one compelling package. With its unparalleled performance, precision handling, and a touch of opulence, this sports sedan has carved a niche in the high-performance automotive market.

H2: Unleashing Power: Engine and Performance

H3: Twin-Turbocharged V6 Brilliance At the heart of the Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio lies a ferocious 2.9-liter twin-turbocharged V6 engine. This beast produces an astonishing 505 horsepower and 443 lb-ft of torque, enabling it to sprint from 0 to 60 mph in just 3.6 seconds. With a top speed of 191 mph, the Giulia Quadrifoglio is not just fast—it’s a force to be reckoned with on both track and road.

H3: Rear-Wheel Drive Precision and Transmission The rear-wheel-drive layout of the Giulia Quadrifoglio is perfectly balanced, allowing for sharp handling and precise cornering. Paired with an 8-speed automatic transmission, the shifts are smooth and responsive, giving drivers complete control in every driving scenario.

H3: Advanced Suspension and Braking Systems Equipped with a mechanical limited-slip differential and adaptive suspension, the Giulia Quadrifoglio ensures superior cornering stability and ride comfort. The Brembo braking system adds exceptional stopping power, making it a true performer on the road.

H2: Interior Excellence and Modern Technology

H3: Luxurious Cabin Design Step inside the Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio, and you’ll be greeted by a driver-focused cabin that exudes elegance and sophistication. Premium leather upholstery, carbon fiber accents, and Alcantara finishes create a sporty yet refined atmosphere.

H3: Next-Generation Infotainment System The 12.3-inch digital instrument cluster offers customizable displays, ensuring vital driving information is always within view. The central infotainment system, featuring Apple CarPlay and Android Auto compatibility, delivers seamless smartphone integration and effortless control of media, navigation, and vehicle settings.

H3: Comfort and Convenience Features The Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio’s cabin isn’t just luxurious—it’s practical too. Heated front seats, dual-zone climate control, and a Harman/Kardon premium sound system elevate the in-car experience for both driver and passengers.

H2: Safety and Driver-Assistance Features

H3: Standard Safety Equipment The Giulia Quadrifoglio is equipped with essential safety features, including blind-spot monitoring, front and rear parking sensors, and adaptive cruise control. These features enhance both driving confidence and passenger protection.

H3: Advanced Driver Assistance Systems For those seeking even more safety, the optional Active Assist Plus package adds advanced features such as lane-keeping assist and a driver-attention monitor. This suite of systems makes every drive more secure and stress-free.

H2: Pricing and Value Proposition

H3: Competitive Pricing The 2024 Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio starts at $81,855, with higher-end trims reaching up to $88,505. While it faces strong competition from the BMW M3 and Mercedes-AMG C63, the Giulia Quadrifoglio’s blend of Italian flair, raw power, and luxury make it a worthy contender in the high-performance sedan market.

H3: Is It Worth the Price? Considering its top-tier performance, high-end materials, and innovative technology, the Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio offers exceptional value. Its unique combination of speed, style, and substance makes it one of the most exciting sedans in its class.

H1: Conclusion: Why the Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio Stands Out The Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio is more than just a luxury sedan—it’s an experience. With its heart-racing performance, lavish interior, and advanced safety systems, it delivers on every front. Whether you're chasing adrenaline on the track or cruising city streets, the Giulia Quadrifoglio provides an unmatched driving experience. This car isn’t just transportation—it’s a statement of power, prestige, and passion.

[chocolatedetectivehottub]

Luxury rent a car Dubai,

Luxury rent a car Dubai,

Luxury Rent a Car in Dubai: Experience the Ultimate in Comfort and Style

Dubai, a city renowned for its opulence, innovation, and world-class lifestyle, has become synonymous with luxury. From towering skyscrapers and lavish shopping malls to the most exclusive resorts, the city offers an unmatched experience. And if you're looking to elevate your stay even further, renting a luxury car is one of the best ways to do so. Whether you're here for business, leisure, or a special occasion, a luxury car rental in Dubai ensures that you arrive in style, comfort, and sophistication.

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Renting a luxury car in Dubai is a simple and straightforward process, and there are numerous rental agencies to choose from. Here’s what you need to do:

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Be prepared for high costs: Luxury car rentals can be expensive, so plan your budget accordingly. Additionally, fuel costs and insurance are often not included in the base rental price.

Take care of the car: Always drive with care and follow the agency's guidelines to avoid any damage or unnecessary penalties.

Conclusion

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[dashracegearofficial]

2007 BMW Sauber Formula 1 Puma NIGEL MANSELL’S Race Suit

The 2007 BMW Sauber Formula 1 Puma NIGEL MANSELL’S Race Suit is a replica of the original suit worn by the legendary British driver. It is lightweight and breathable, made from fire-retardant materials for maximum safety. This suit will make you look and feel like a professional racer.