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keelt9 · 3 months ago
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Episode 5
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"Grandpa will be crazy if he sees this." I said holding the face of Pharaoh as we stood in the corniche.
Down there among the cocoa trees and a green field a lot of equipment and a replica of an F1 car is taking place, a shoot of the promotional for the partnership, a lot of lights and people walking around as the branches and leaves are moving and shaking like it's another piece of paper. 
Pharaoh reigns, pulling his head. "I know, Ford is angry as hell."
The full straight posture and the black hat are the only things you need to notice;  Ford is standing next to the director, falcon eyes in every movement and probably a tight fist every second they harm the trees. 
"Let's go boy, we had a long training ahead."
This day, Walter wants to see how Pharaoh will react when he finds out I ride horses one more time. We just want to make sure all goes under control; after all, Obsidian and he are siblings just with 3 years of difference, plus Azabache will be around too.
"Nervous?" Walter asked as I secured my helmet.
"Just a little bit." I observed how Obsidian and Pharaoh are preparing as Azabache sees them with curious eyes. 
It's the first time Azabache sees his father and Obsidian wearing so many things over them as people walk around them making sure they are comfortable, it must be a full show for him.
"Ok, it will be simple, you ride Obsidian as we monitor Pharaoh if things go as I imagine, probably the big guy had a few minutes with you." Walter said, giving me my gloves and my jacket. "Clear?"
"Like water." I said high five with him, as Obsidian approached calm and steady. "Ready girl?"
Obsidian reigns down her head. "Yeah, she's ready." 
I go up, adjusting my posture as Obsidian relaxes and waits for any order; I glance at Pharaoh who was held by Rachel, pull a little bit, but she manages to calm him down patting his back.
"Ok, girl, let's walk a little bit." I tap softly on her side, making her start to walk around, Pharaoh has stuck his eyes on us. "I'm ok, relax Pharaoh." He lifts his eyes from Obsidian walking one side to the other.
For the way Walter nods to me after watching Pharaoh we knew it, he's ready. Still I walk with Obsidian another 20 minutes from time to time increasing the speed with judging eyes from Walter but a satisfied smile.
"Ok, Y/N, let's switch." Walter said, grabbing the bridle of Pharaoh as he approaches where Obsidian stops as I get down. "Everything all right?"
"Fine, see..." I show him my trembling hand. "I'm thrilled in the most positive way."
Pharaoh sniffed around me. "Ready big guy? Ok, let's see how this goes."
In one simple impulse I ride Pharaoh, he with his strong legs, stays still like anyone is moving up on him. "Good boy." I scoff caress his neck. 
Pharaoh walks calmly with multiple eyes on him, after a while he shows off jogging around the arena taking chuckles from everyone, he likes to be the main show.
"Can I jump those?" I point to the lonely obstacle in the middle; Walter narrows his eyes. "Come on! See him! He's dancing around."
Pharaoh turns around in one delicate, head up high and legs steady.
"Just once." Walter said, taking his phone out, recording the movements.
"Ok, boy, don't rush, anything is on the line, just let's enjoy this moment." I start to increase the speed, lifting me slowly when Pharaoh reaches the speed we need. 
I won't lie a sharp but short cramp run through my back but quickly starts to fade away, finally I direct Pharaoh to the bar and in one single and coordinated move, we lift in the air crossing the bar and ending with elegance, in that moment loud shouts heard around the arena. 
Mom arrived with Ford who shouts and claps loudly; Pharaoh is pleased with the claps, after all dad was right, these horses are ready for other things.
I get down for a while, received by everyone high fives and praise words. 
"She can have a small walk around the house?" Ford asked with pleading eyes to Walter. "Please!"
That's what we did with grandpa, we walked around the house just to enjoy the time together. After he passed away, Ford and I took our time to keep doing it.
Mom intercede for us. "Please Walter, she's fresh and healthy."
Walter shakes his head. "20 minutes, no more."
Ford and I high five giggling as little kids. "Mom can I..."
"Nebula is ready." Ford runs outside as I get up one more time over Pharaoh.
"The ears covers are out, be careful." Rachel said, patting Pharaoh back, since he’s a baby he’s been very sensitive about spontaneous and loud sounds. "And have fun."
I click my tongue twice making Pharaoh run to the open arena. 
"DON'T RUN THAT FAST!" I heard Walter scream but Pharaoh is an equestrian horse, we are equestrian team, we can't walk around all the time.
We met Ford and Nebula, crossing the big door that guides you to the cocoa trees, running as we smile. In our way loud gasps make us giggle as people from McLaren see the big horses running with us; they are packing I guess calling a wrap for today.
The first cocoa tree that our grand grandpa seeds, it’s getting bigger and bigger as we approche. It stops being picked, now it is just a reminder of how much we've grown up.
"He would be so proud of you, you know that?" Ford says as the horses cross one to the side of the other when we finally arrive. "You fall, rest and go back fighting again. That's what we do."
Like we had a watch, 20 minutes later, we entered the backyard of the main house. Normally this area is used for the horses rest besides drink and eat after a long day; just this time in the backyard multiple orange shirts as black are walking inside, scared when they see the two big horses running.
"Ooo." Ford and I stopped pulling the lead of the horses. What the hell are these people doing here? They were supposed to be in the main entrance.
"Sorry, sorry, I should warn you." Nanny appears walking outside of the house. "But..."
"Dad." Ford and I haven't to ask who this brilliant idea is, he should tell us these things, the horses could scare and bad things could happen. 
"So, you're old man wasn't lying." Zak Brown appears at the back of us making Pharaoh try to stand but he remembers who is at his back. "You're actually a star."
Ford laughs dryly, walking around with Nebula, as Pharaoh sniffs head up straight.
"Can I..." He extends his hand making Pharaoh turns around taking distance. "I guess no."
Nanny made a sign probably to one of the girls so the boys came for the horses.
"Pharaoh doesn't like being touched." I warn Zak getting down on him. "Less from people who he hasn't seen before."
Zak smirks. "You had a wonderful one, must cost a fortune." 
Ford goes down, grabbing tight Nebula who is pulling to walk out of there. "You can't buy everything Mr. Brown." Ford stands next to me. 
Zak tried to approach Pharaoh one more time, he bluffed loudly. For the way he shakes, Pharaoh is getting angry and of course I still haven’t the strength to contain her anger issues and Ford can’t let go of Nebula who keeps pussing to get away from Zak.
“Yo…” A man appears behind us standing in front of Pharaoh and Zak.
Pushing him away. “Come on Zak, we're already here, let’s work on this, we’re against the clock.” 
Oscar is here?
The confusion in my eyes only increases when Fords looks at me with the same expression.
“Kid you’re here.” Zak smiles hugging him by the shoulders, stealing his attention from the horses.
I blink in white as Bill and James run to the garden ready to take the horses away, as I keep observing Oscar walking away with Zak, if you don’t pay enough attention you could lose the fact that Zak has a “Ok” sign on Oscar’s hands. 
“He was?” Ford asks as I nod. “You said he wasn’t supposed to be here.” 
“That’s what he told me.” I’m confused, and curious, the worst combination. “I find out.”
“Thank god! you’re here.” Walter appears at our backs. “I need you in the studio.” 
I stop dry one step near the door where Oscar disappears. “Now?”
Walter walks to me and hugs me. “Yeah now.”
“But…” I see Ford laughing for being dragged to the opposite side where I want to go, following us as shaking his head. 
In the studio my parents are there with other people that I clearly recognize. Mr. Hudson and Mr. Porter. Year by year they coordinate one of the most prestigious equestrian shows, we call the precursor for the big competitions. 
Have a good demonstration and eyes will be on you along with a few tips of old champions and, did I mention about the important sponsorships you could get?
After a long talk about how my recover is and the fact I’m back in a horse the put the offer in the table, literally,
“We are planning a special show this year.” Apparently everyone already saw the paper for the way they looked at me. “It’s our 25th anniversary so we want to make it special, when Walter told us you’re already back on a horse we, for sure, couldn’t let you behind.”
On paper it looks amazing, all types of demonstration, agility, speed, and my forte, a competition, called “All in one.”
“We don’t want to pressure you Y/N, but we’ll be pleased having you there, even if it’s just for bragging about your horses.” Mr. Porter jokes pointing to the photo of the studio, me over Obsidian. “Don’t pressure yourself Y/N, it’s in a  couple of months, take your time and when you have a decision let us know.” 
I smile seeing dad and mom with proud faces. “Yeah, sure, thanks.”
“No, please, thanks to you.” Mr Hudson stands shaking my hand. “You’re a masterpiece, we've been missing you crashing other people.”
All laughs as they shake their hands before leaving the studio, Ford offers to go with them to the entrance. 
“What do you think?” I asked Walter. 
Walter smiles. “If you want, we can be ready for it.”
I grip the paper on my hand. “Let’s do it.”
When Ford opened the door one more time I saw an orange shirt and it reminded me what was my initial plan.
“Hey, I have… something to do.” I stand giving the paper to Ford. “We can go back to practice tomorrow, right?” 
Walter nods as a curious face sees me practically running out of the studio. “See you for dinner.”
If I already saw Oscar, I’ll go with someone who surely has already seen him too.
“Kaila!” I make the poor girl jump screaming her name at her back. “Sorry, sorry, I scared you.”
Kaila breathed when she saw me. “Y/N, you made my soul leave my body.” 
I laughed; this kid always has something you can laugh at. “Hey, have you…”
“Seen Oscar, sure.” She points to the stables. “He was looking for you too.”
My smile fades away, when I realize in fact all the horses have not arrived yet.
“Alone?” Kaila assent realizing that he could be alone with Pharaoh. “Don’t worry, Pharaoh is in the green field, I’ll go to see him, ok?” 
Kaila nods, more relaxed and calm; a white lie won't hurt anyone.
I go running to the stables, no one is around just hoping the horses are still in the green field, just Pharaoh and Nebula are already in the stables.
But when I arrive I have to rub my eyes because I swear my eyes are playing tricks with me. 
Oscar is carness Pharaoh snouts as he calmly breathes, actually enjoying each other's company.
Pharaoh was the first one who saw me, he took his head from Oscar's hands making Oscar turn to his left where I was, speechless waiting. I barely reached to get a smirk when Oscar lifted me in a big hug. 
“Ford sent me the video.” He whispered to me. “Did I tell you I’m proud of you?” 
I laughed and hugged him too, letting him puff up my ego as he always does.
Oscar told me he and Lando came in at the last minute; he couldn't be more grateful for that, honestly me neither; even if they just had another day, it’s more than enough for us to talk and he could see Pharaoh in action.
“Y/N, Houston calling Y/N.” Walter touched my shoulder calling for my attention. “I know your wood doors are clearly impressive but we had such an amazing horse waiting.”
Oscar promised he would find a way to watch me ride Pharaoh but it passed 15 minutes and he hasn’t come yet. 
“Sorry, yeah, I’m ready.” I tap Pharaoh's neck as Walter takes a few steps behind. 
I carefully take the impulse, getting comfortable as Pharaoh does too, our small guest Azabache walking around the arena observing his father with attentive eyes. 
“Ok little champ, take things calmly ok?” Walter crosses his arms resting his chin on his hand. “A few runs and some obstacles for today, any…”
I interrupt him because I know this speech. “Any discomfort I’ll let you know.” Walter rolls his eyes. “Coach, I’m not a rookie, you know?”
Pharaoh sings as I pat softly on his back. “See, even he’s kind of pissed off.” 
“Pharaoh always is pissed off.” Pharaoh turns around, walking to bump his head with his arms. “We can play this game boy.”
I laughed as our training started, Pharaoh doesn’t need so much guidance, since he’s been able to do this probably at the age of Azabache he barely needs to show him where he needs to go first. 
The runs feel pretty great any sore at any point and the bars barely cause me a type of discomfort. 
“Good boy.”  I see the triple bars. “What if…” 
Pharaoh understands two clicks of my tongue and Pharaoh knows what to do, he takes a few laps around the arena, as I see Walter and his eyes turning wide. In a single and clear impulse Pharaoh jumps a triple bar landing gracefully as he slows down his peace.
The loud claps make Pharaoh turn his head trying to find where the sound came from. Sitting in the fence of the arena, Oscar and Lando are clapping loudly.
“Amazing!” Lando screams, making Pharaoh want to show off standing on two legs, taking me by surprise but gripping the rein. 
Walter walks, shaking his head and his hand at the level of his chest.
“A cardiologist, I need one.” I laughed when I saw Oscar. “Go, show off a little bit more, then, the recovery exercise.” I was about to complain but Walter pat Pharaoh back to start to walk one more time.
After another 40 minutes of practice we called it a wrap, as I got down, we let Azabache approach us, stopping in front of me. 
“One more week boy and I bet you’re going to put pressure on your dad.” If our plan goes as we expect we hope Azabache does a small appearance along with his father.
Azabache reigns walking where his father is, taking out all the items we need.
“What do you think?” I asked the two drivers to take  out my helmet. 
“Are you sure you were injured?” Lando asked, making Oscar push him, almost losing his balance.
“Pretty sure.” I answer playfully . 
Lando raises his hand for a high five. “Well, it doesn’t look like that, amazing.”
I high five. “You?” I ask to see Oscar.
“You even have to ask?” He goes down, raising his arms but letting keep at his sides. “Fantastic.”
Lando observes us before he drops a bomb. “Hey, I hear your parents will go to Monza for the Gran Prix, you evil twins will go?” 
Oscar cough. “It would be great if you go, it’s, beside Australia, one of Oscar’s favorite GPs.” 
I see him blush as he lets me go. “It is?”
“Well, yeah, but hey, I got it, it…” I think for more than a few seconds it’s the next week and my parents will go, so…
“Why not? Still I’m not wearing anything orange, though.” Oscar astonishment is cute. Big eyes as he fights to contain a smile. 
“Y/N, let 's go.” Walter said following Azabache and Pharaoh out of the arena.
“Sorry guys, I have to go.” I turn around. “See you at dinner.” 
Fightin for not screaming for the way Oscar is watching me.
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frenchcurious · 7 months ago
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shivayagojo · 6 months ago
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SAUDI ARABIA GP, back on top
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It's time to finish up this triple header. Down to Jeddah we go.
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marshedmellow: I swear if this turns into Red Bull becoming dominant again and they go on to win the champion I'm gonna lose it 🤬
> team44: More desperate for the Red Bull downfall than I am to get married.
> chuckleclerc: Max to crash in Turn 1 🙏
fivebuttons: I wanna see a different race winner tbh
> delulu: Same Vettel or Piastri would be amazing
florence4ever: Come on MAMA! Pole Position! 
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Think we look good in white.
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crackedtoast: A special livery in Jeddah of all places 💀
drssupremacy: Why does Nico look stressed?
> bwoah: Because Audi gave him a podium and then fell off a cliff
sennatribute: Feel bad for Bortoleto. Was going to be wasted at Sauber and now is being wasted at Audi.
> delulu: Drugovich still has more points than him and it's insane
          FRONT ROW for Ava Florence in Jeddah. Her first time ever racing in this circuit and she stood up to the challenge. She was dazzling quick on the corners, helped by the ferocious corner speeds of her car. However, it was not enough for the coveted pole position. She got a taste of what it was like in Japan and she was hungry for more. Yet...
          MAX VERSTAPPEN WAS ON POLE. It was tracks like these had Max found a rhythm in. So, it was a no brainer that Max secured his second pole in a row in such a fashion. Sure, this season was going for him as well as he wanted. Perhaps this could be the turning point for him. Whatever this race will become, this is a nice first step for Verstappen's conquest for his fifth.
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Your grid for the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix.
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fortuneteller: Last we see Ava in p2, she took the lead of the race.
> gp2engine: Prediction: Vettel takes Norris, Florence takes Max and it's a Porsche on the podium.
> elpadre: I'll do u one better: Porsche 1-2
> vettel_forever: I'll do u one better: Vettel wins and a Porsche 1-2
madmax: Two poles in a row! DU DU DUDU
> kachow: MAX VERSTAPPEN!!
SAUDIA ARABIA GRAND PRIX QUALIFYING GRID
MAX VERSTAPPEN
AVA FLORENCE
LANDO NORRIS
SEBASTIAN VETTEL
CHARLES LECLERC
LIAM LAWSON
OSCAR PIASTRI
LEWIS HAMILTON
ANDREA KIMI ANTONELLI
FERNANDO ALONSO
CARLOS SAINZ
OLLIE BEARMAN
ALEXANDER ALBON
PIERRE GASLY
ESTEBAN OCON
GABRIEL BORTOLETO
NICO HULKENBERG
GEORGE RUSSELL
LANCE STROLL
YUKI TSUNODA
JACK DOOHAN
ISACK HADJAR
          AFTER LAST RACE Ava slid into her gridslot with a pound of pressure on her shoulder. She still has the lead off Lando, but it's never enough. Not until the flags fall and she's hailed as the World Champion will it be enough. So as she gets positioned on the front row, she takes a peering gaze at the orange car lining behind.
HENRY Ava, we've got Max ahead. We think he's on the same strategy as us so stick close to him.
"Welcome to the Jeddah Corniche Circuit in 2025. Another race under the lights and so far, this track has give us nothing but action. Since its introduction we've got 3 different race winners. Max Verstappen is looking to keep it to three winners. He starts on pole. Let's have a look at this circuit. 50 laps on high-flying 6.17 km circuit, the lap record set by Lewis Hamilton in 2021. On the grid, it's Verstappen on pole followed by Ava Florence and then Lando Norris. But the dark horse here is Sebastian Vettel, looking for some redemption after what happened to him in Bahrain."
"And he'll certainly need it. McLaren are just three points behind Porsche. They benefited hugely from Russell crashing in Bahrain, who, by the way, is down in 16th after receiving his penalty."
"It's sure to be an exciting race, Martin, as now we've got five lights... and IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO! Good start by Max Verstappen, better start by Ava Florence. She's already zipping past the side. Behind Norris lost out on position from Sebastian Vettel and we've got a hayfield down and— OH we've got a big crash! That looks like an Alpine. And yes, it is... up ahead, Florence has already passed Verstappen. And now there's a safety car."
"Having another look at this. Yes, it's Jack Doohan and Isack Hadjar running into each other at the start. So both cars are stranded on the track so that's why the safety car was brought out."
"And that's not going to be great for Jack Doohan. There were rumors that he was to replaced after this race if he wasn't to perform. If that's the case, then we might not see Jack Doohan in the next round."
"Just unfortunate fate. It wasn't really anybody's fault. A racing incident, I think."
LAP 6:
"And after four laps behind the safety car, we're about to head back racing. Ava Florence will be leading the pack. She took the lead early from Verstappen. Here is the safety car coming in and... BACK RACING WE GO! Florence has a good restart, but Verstappen has a better one. They barrel into Turn 1, side by side, Verstappen on the outside. He gets past Florence. Verstappen regains his lead op Lap 5. Behind, it's still Vettel holding up Norris as how the threat of Charles Leclerc is rising."
"Florence couldn't do anything about that restart. She had a good line, but Verstappen was just much quicker out the exit. But if this has shown us anything is that Ava isn't going to back away even from the defending champion."
LAP 13:
"Out the DRS zone, Ava Florence gets right on Verstappen's gearbox. Oh dear, almost clips her front wing. Now, she's going to dive down the inside of the hairpin at Turn 27. She's pushing Verstappen wide and off she goes. Florence regains the lead of the Saudia Arabian Grand Prix. Magnificent stuff."
HENRY That's a good overtake, Ava. Let's now try to stay out as much as we can.
"It's only her first year, Crofty, but we've seen a very big improvement in her racecraft. When she overtakes, it's a bold and brave overtake, but she's very calculated with now. In Australia she was just sending her car at every moment she could so that caught her up in a lot of incidents. But now, she's timing her perfect chance. She waited 8 laps for this overtake."
LAP 19:
"Here's Sebastian Vettel coming into the pits. Both Porsche's started off with medium tires and Sebastian will go on the hard compounds. So, as expected, it's going to a one stopper. Florence still leading the race, but now Verstappen and Lando are in the mix as Lando has some clean air to try and get to Verstappen."
LAP 21:
"Norris and Verstappen. The two front runners for 2024, how battling for P2 in Jeddah in 2025. Red Bull has the speed on these fast corners, but Norris is much faster on the straights. He's going to get into the DRS zone and now it might be Norris who gets past Verstappen - No, Verstappen holds his own."
LAP 27:
"All this fighting between Verstappen and Norris is going great for Ava Florence. She's pumping fastest lap after fastest lap. She's ten seconds clear of the grid. Back with Norris, we ride on board as they sail through Turn 12. Wonderful shot of two cars here under lights as they wrap around Turn 13. Norris is just getting closer and closer. Very tricky portion of the track we head down to now."
"Verstappen has to just to keep racing like normal because it's not the easiest to overtake at Jeddah, especially on this sector. So Norris is going to have a hard time-"
"Hard time, but certainly not a long time. Norris tries to make the move down the inside, doesn't work- Oh, they have contact. And it's Norris going very slowly. Looks like he as puncture. That late lunge on Verstappen costed him heavily and now Sebastian Vettel is sailing past him. He moves into P3."
"And Norris is going to have to come into the pits. He might have just thrown away a prime podium position and given even more momentum to his championship rival who's leading the race."
HENRY Okay. Lando has a puncture. Lando has a picture. Kill 'em Ava.
"Kill 'em Ava. That's a new one."
"I think that's their way of saying 'push as much as you can, we're coming into the pits next lap.' We've seen many different ones before. But that is unique."
"Almost ominous even."
LAP 28:
"It is Ava Florence AND Max Verstappen both heading into the pits. Let's see... solid pitstop by Porsche. Ava's going to come just behind her teammate, but oh dear, what's happened with Red Bull. It's a slow stop."
"It looked like the right rear wheel had trouble coming off. So that's a terrible stop for Max. He was already behind Ava. He's going to even further behind Vettel."
FLORENCE Can I race Seb?
HENRY Yes, Ava. You can race Sebastian.
RUDI Seb, just to let you know, you can race Ava. So watch behind.
"Looks like we're going to a little teammate battle. We haven't been able to see much of that yet. Let's see how these two juggernauts battle it out. The rookie and the legend."
LAP 35:
"Ava, on the fresher tire, on the faster tire compounds. We're going to see offensive masterclass by her or a defensive showstopper by Sebastian Vettel. And down the DRS straight, Florence is on the attack. She makes the lunge to the outside of Turn 1. Not quite enough distance covered there. Don't look away yet folks. They separated by no less than inches of paint on their cars. Turn 4, once again, Ava Florence on the outside. Vettel, squeezing her out. Ava, so blindingly close to the wall! She has to back out! Vettel still in the lead. The 37 year old has years of experience under his belt. It's a new track, but not a new feeling for Sebastian Vettel."
"Good try by Ava, but like you said, Crofty, Vettel just has years of experience and it's showing as he's defending Ava beautifully."
"It's a tremendous battle between these two silver cars. Now, I don't want to jinx it, but the last thing that Porsche wants is for both of them to crash and lose this 1-2 they have. But Porsche seems to have great trust in both their drivers."
LAP 37:
"Okay, so, at the stage where we're going to be passing back markers on the grid. There's Lance Stroll being given the blue flag and he gets out of the way of his former teammate, Sebastian Vettel. They head down into Turn 10, it's Sebastian Vettel still in the lead of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix."
"Florence is also there, but she's a bit behind Stroll. It's not enough for them to wave the blue flag apparently. So that's working in Vettel's forever."
HENRY Okay, Ava. We need to get past Stroll.
FLORENCE Are they color blind? Why are the blue flags not there?
"I do agree with her. The blue flags should be there. They were almost immediate for Vettel, but not so much for Florence. And Stroll doesn't have any intention of giving away this position. As they almost collide in Turn 17. So, that Porsche is just miles faster than the Aston Martin, it's just no enough space to overtake unless Stroll moves out of the way."
"Yup, and here they are Martin. Finally the blue flags have been waved and Stroll moves out for Ava Florence."
FLORENCE I need to have a long conversation with Papa Stroll about this driver.
LAP 50:
"It is a monumental weekend for Porsche. They have done everything right. And so as this man right here. Sebastian Vettel, two years out of the sport, he hasn't lost his touch. It's a new track, but a old feeling as SEBASTIAN VETTEL WINS THE SAUDI ARABIAN GRAND PRIX! THE FOURTH DIFFERENT RACE WINNER IN 2025! Behind Ava Florence crosses second and it is the first 1-2 by a team this season. That team being Porsche."
"Phenomenal race by both drivers. Fantastic strategy calls and overall, you saw the result of their efforts as Max Verstappen comes down to round out the podium. Brilliant."
FLORENCE That's the best I could do.
HENRY That's okay, Ava. That's exactly what we needed here.
FLORENCE Congrats to Seb tho. Love ya!
RUDI And that is a race win, Sebastian!
VETTEL YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH! IT'S AMAZING!
SAUDI ARABIA GRAND PRIX RACE RESULTS
1. SEBASTIAN VETTEL (+25) 2. AVA FLORENCE (+18) 3. MAX VERSTAPPEN (+15) 4. CHARLES LECLERC (+12) 5. LANDO NORRIS (+10) 6. OSCAR PIASTRI (+8) 7. LIAM LAWSON (+6) 8. LEWIS HAMILTON (+4) 9. ANDREA KIMI ANTONELLI (+2) 10. OLLIE BEARMAN (+1)
11. FERNANDO ALONSO 12. GEORGE RUSSELL 13. CARLOS SAINZ 14. ALEXANDER ALBON 15. ESTEBAN OCON 16. GABRIEL BORTOLETO 17. PIERRE GASLY 18. NICO HULKENBERG 19. YUKI TSUNODA 20. LANCE STROLL
21. JACK DOOHAN (DNF) 22. ISACK HADJAR (DNF)
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I think we look better in white (covered in champagne).
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delulu: Oh Porsche nothing can make me hage you.
brokencds: Audi taking Ls and Ls and Ls.
> smudge: Porsche are part owners of Audi at this point.
redbull: Can we join in on this? 😊
> ghost: Even RedBull is dissing Audi 💀
> porschef1: As long as you give our drivers some more wins, come on board.
SAUDI ARABIA POST RACE INTERVIEW
Interviewer: Sebastian, welcome to your first race win of the season. Is this bringing back some feelings?
Seb: Yes, it's amazing. It's good to be back in Formula 1. My job was to help the team out, get from the ground running. But also to compete. I miss the feeling of fighting for wins and we did that today. Incredible day for the team, and... for Ava, she did amazing. A Porsche 1-2. I couldn't be happier.
Ava: Before you ask anything, I have a question for you. Did Seb flirt with you?
Interviewer: No, not at all.
Ava: Good because I call dibs.
Interview: Alright. Okay, I guess. So this your fifth straight podium. You're getting early close to beating Hamilton in his rookie year. He got nine in a row. Was this the start you were expecting in Formula 1?
Ava: Absolutely not. Obviously it was a goal. To compete for a championship at one point. And coming into the first two races, I just trying to enjoy my time here. I'm still doing that, but I think now I'm a bit more focused on the championship and today, it was a good performance. Obviously very though to pass Seb on this track, but happy with the results.
Interviewer: So Max, after getting pole position you had a bit of a scrap with Florence before eventually having to settle for third. A bit of a disappointment this weekend for you?
Max: Yeah obviously, we were looking for a strong result out of pole. On the start, a bit slow, couldn't get the tires to respond properly and then Ava caught me by surprise and took it. Not great, but still good to be on the podium. Get as many points as possible.
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I see how it is Jeddah. You like Seb more than me.
see comments below
florence4ever: you've still got this championship locked 🔒
jeddahcircuit: Don't worry. Next year is your year.
> avaflorence: What am I? Ferrari?
porschef1: Great job today girl!
> avaflorence: only you can make me feel better 😘
> delulu: theory: Porsche admin is the interviewer at the races that Ava flirts with
WORLD DRIVERS CHAMPIONSHIP
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WORLD CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPIONSHIPS
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A/N: This is for all of you manifesting a Sebastian Vettel win. Also, if Porsche does join F1 they should hire me as their F1 admin. As always, lemme know if you wanna be included by my taglist.
taglist: @freyathehuntress @allthings-fandoms
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piastrixpole · 8 months ago
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iii. spinning out
pairing: logan sargeant x fem!oc (daisy shaw)
genre: written
based on the 2023 season
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daisyshaw always happy to be back in Jeddah
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The Jeddah Corniche Circuit was actually one of Daisy's favourite tracks even if it was a street circuit which she tended to find more challenging. It had been the race where she'd scored her first points last year and the first in her career so it had a special place in her heart. Even if it had only been a P9 finish, Daisy had been ecstatic to achieve points in just her second ever formula one race. It had helped ease the pressure coming from the critics who claimed she didn't belong in the sport and quickly put a rest to the comments already speculating who would be filling her seat next year because it was highly unlikely she'd last more than a season.
A novelty. That's what they saw her as. A shiny new toy thrown into one of the most mentally and physically demanding sports and told to sink or swim. And Daisy had fought tooth and nail to stay afloat.
Her first free practice session had gone relatively well. Daisy had been focused on gathering as much data as possible, experimenting with different lines and braking points to find the optimal balance between speed and control. With each lap, she gained valuable insights into the nuances of the circuit, identifying areas where she could gain time and areas where she needed to exercise caution.
There were a few minor setbacks including an interrupted hot lap where there had been too much traffic for Daisy to fully commit to pushing the car to its limits and a minor lock-up coming into turn 8 later on in the session. Other than that things had gone smooth enough. That wasn't enough for Daisy though, in this sport she knew she couldn't and wasn't going to settle for being mediocre. She had a solid car and was talented - there was no reason for her not to be at least putting it into the top 5.
In the interim between free practice 1 and 2, Daisy gathered with her team in the confines of the team's motorhome, ready to dissect the data from the morning session. They had been waiting outside the garage for her - Anja, Mila and Holly that was. Daisy was barely out of the car before Mila was at her side assisting her and passing Daisy her water bottle wordlessly.
"That felt pretty similar to what I remember last year," Daisy commented to Anja who was already tapping furiously on her laptop, pulling up the lap times and data from Daisy's session.
"It was a good drive," Anja praised her "definitely some room to improve but you were way more confident in the car than last week."
Leaning in to get a better glimpse of the numbers Daisy focused intently on the screen as they began to review each corner in detail, searching for areas where she could gain an advantage later that day.
Anja's fingers flew across the keyboard as she pulled up a graph. "I'm seeing some room for improvement in Sector 2," she remarked, her voice tinged with determination. "We're losing a bit of time on entry into Turn 8. I think we can adjust the braking point to carry more speed through the corner."
Daisy nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Got it. Let's make that adjustment for the next run," she replied, her tone resolute. "And what about Turn 15? I felt like I was struggling to find the right line there."
Anja nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed in concentration. "You're right. We can work on fine-tuning your line through that section to optimize your exit speed onto the back straight."
Nodding thoughtfully as she absorbed Anja's assessment Daisy flashed a determined smile. "Sounds like a plan," she said, her voice brimming with confidence.
With their plan in place, Daisy continued to prepare for the upcoming second practice session until Mila dragged her away from the laptop to force her to eat lunch. Her trainer knew her far too well and was aware that if she wasn't reminded, Daisy would completely forget about eating sometimes when she was highly focused on something.
"Come on Daisy, you need a break," Mila asserted, her voice confident and carrying a rare authority "you've been glued to that for ages now and I'm not having you pass out in the car on us because you haven't eaten since dawn."
Momentarily hesitant, Daisy glanced between the laptop screen and Mila's insistent gaze before conceding and pushing back her chair, jumping up onto her feet "fine, fine," she acquiesced with a sigh "but only for a few minutes there's still stuff I want to look over."
Another win for Mila. As was evident in borderline triumphant smirk as she accepted the victory for this round "You'll thank me later nerd, lets get going then."
Letting herself be lead out of the motorhome and into the team's hospitality Daisy still couldn't shake the nagging feeling of leaving her work unfinished. If there was one thing that always caused a suffocating build up of guilt for Daisy it was taking breaks when she still had tasks to complete. She knew it wasn't healthy but the habit was impossible to shake.
Before she knew it Mila was gesturing for Daisy to sit at an empty table and she'd somehow procured her lunch, seemingly out of thin air, while Daisy was zoned out. Though she was opposed to wasting valuable time between the practice sessions, Mila of course had her best interests at heart and was only looking out for her. So she engaged in light conversation with her trainer, giving her brain a break from the intense scrutiny of the past hour. She could pull off a stellar performance in the second session, she was confident in her abilities, she just had to stop overthinking everything when she was out of the car.
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Following a final review with Anja, Daisy found herself slipping back into her familiar routine preparing to get back in the car. With a practiced ease, Daisy untied the sleeves of her sleek black and gold race suit from where they had been wrapped around her waist. Slipping her arms into the sleeves the fabric hugged her frame snugly as she fastened the zipper up the front.
Getting into her race suit always felt like coming home to Daisy. A feeling of warmth washed over her that oddly resembled the way her stomach turned when she was reunited with her sisters after being apart for a long time. It was like her second skin at this point. The protective layer of fabric acting as a constant reminder that she had made it. She was racing in formula 1 and nobody could take that achievement away from her.
Then she reached for her balaclava pulling it over her head in a swift motion, her braided hair neatly tucked beneath the fabric. For the longest time Daisy had debated just cutting her hair short so it annoyed her less while racing but she was quite attached to her long curls so she decided against it in the end. Once it was in position Daisy fixed the protective earbuds she was wearing as they had moved slightly out of place when she was fixing her balaclava.
Daisy's usual helmet was sleek in its design. A combination of pure white colour and a vibrant shade of gold. Along the sides and the back of her helmet were flowers representing each of her sisters. A holly branch, a violet and a rose intertwined by a daisy chain. Emblazoned prominently on the front of it was her racing number. The font displaying '19' in crisp black against the brighter tones of her helmet.
Carefully securing it in place over her head, Daisy felt at ease again. Ready to conquer the streets of Jeddah and secure her name at the top of the timesheets. There really was such a noticeable difference in her demeanour on and off track. She was able to block out all the lingering anxieties and insecurities as soon as she was sat in her car and the only thing that mattered in her mind from that point on was the race itself.
Settling behind her steering wheel and feeling the familiar hum of the engine beneath her Daisy eased her way onto the track. Anja's voice crackled over the radio, clear and concise "Radio check, Daisy."
"Loud and clear Anja my love," Daisy replied within seconds, flicking the radio button on her steering wheel in the process.
With the green light from Anja, Daisy unleased the full power of the Porsche machine. Pressing down on the accelerator with precision and control, she hurtled down the initial straight and into turn one. Her focus remained unwavering and with each lap, Daisy pushed herself to the limit, testing the car's capabilities and her own skill as a driver. Navigating the twists and turns of the circuit with speed and precision, she knew that she was inching ever closer to unlocking the full potential of both herself and her team.
Anja provided a steady stream of feedback to guide her as she focused on fine tuning her approach to each corner and optimising her lap times. "Brake later into Turn 3, Daisy. You've got more grip than you think," she advised, her words spurring Daisy to push even further going around that corner.
Daisy responded with unwavering obsession, her eyes scanning the track ahead for any signs of opportunity or challenge. She adjusted her line through each corner, seeking the perfect balance between speed and control, pushing herself to the edge of adhesion with every lap. It was just her and the roar of the engine drowning out all other distractions as she hurtled down the track with reckless abandon.
"How am I looking now?" Daisy asked as she spun the wheel braking late in the corner, adrenaline surging through her chest.
"You're three-tenths from Verstappen," Anja reported back full of pride.
Those words didn't seem real. No way was she so close to Max who had seemed so unreachable during the morning drive. A surge of adrenaline raced through Daisy as she absorbed that reality.
"No way," Daisy laughed "Anja tell me you're not joking."
"I can confirm she's not joking Daisy," the far heavier German accent belonging to Klaus pulsed out of her radio "Mega drive so far - keep it up."
Daisy was grinning so wide as she realised her boss was observing closely. She was always looking for moments to shine, but especially when he was around. The other teams and the community in general hadn't been so forthcoming to the eleventh team joining the grid and had been highly critical of Klaus' decision to sign Daisy shortly after everything had been announced. He'd always been supportive of her performance but Daisy still felt the need to constantly prove herself. To remind him that he hadn't made a huge mistake taking a chance on her when they first met two years ago. To prove that she could be a champion one day and that glory would likely be shared with him.
"Boss man," Daisy greeted him quickly "I'll take my bonus in a coffee later."
"Keep driving like that and I'll make it two," Klaus promised her before he cut off so as to not distract Daisy from her momentum.
With renewed vigour Daisy sharpened each little motion of the track, familiarising herself with the intricacies until it was muscle memory. Satisfaction swelling within her as she pictured the rage fits she was certain some people would be throwing at her stellar performance so far.
Everything seemed to be falling into place. Her lap times were steadily decreasing and her confidence soared with each passing lap. The promise of success hanging tantalisingly within reach. As if it were the apple hanging in the garden of Eden, tempting Daisy with the pursuit of greatness.
Then, in the blink of an eye, it all came crashing down.
Behind her, Daisy caught sight of a blurred motion in her mirrors as one of the Williams spun out of control. Her instincts kicked in, reflexes responding at lightning speed as she attempted to evade the impending collision. But it was too late.
With a sickening crunch of metal on metal, the car careened into the back of Daisy's, the impact sending shockwaves that reverberated through her body. The sounding of screeching metal filled her ears as the car lurched forward, the force of the collision propelling her off course and into the unforgiving embrace of the barrier.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Daisy's car slammed into the barrier with bone-jarring force, the impact sending shards of debris flying in all directions. Pain flared through her body as the full force of the collision took its toll, her senses reeling from the sudden violence of the crash.
For a moment, everything was chaos—a blur of noise and motion as Daisy struggled to regain her bearings. But as the dust settled and the echoes of the impact faded into the distance, a grim realization dawned upon her. The radio sounding but she was unable to assess what was being communicated as her ears were ringing.
Her car was damaged—badly.
As she surveyed the wreckage around her, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. The promising session she had worked so hard for had come crashing to a halt in an instant, replaced now by the harsh reality of the damage before her.
Amidst the chaos, a voice cut through the noise. One filled with a genuine concern and overwhelming guilt. "Daisy! Are you ok? Shit I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to lose control like that." The voice belonged to Logan. This was the first time she'd even interacted with the new Williams rookie.
Daisy's heart was clenched with a mixture of emotions - disappointment, anger but weirdly a strange sense of pity and gratitude. He was actually trembling with fear as he crouched down in the wreckage to be at eye level with her. With shaking hands, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his in a silent reassurance that she was ok, still breathing.
"I'm here," Daisy murmured, her voice quivering. "I'm... I'm okay, I think."
His relief was palpable as he hovered beside her, hands lingering anxiously as if he was unsure of what to do with them. "I'm so sorry," he apologised, voice thick with emotion "I didn't mean to fuck up your lap and your car. Here do you need a hand getting out? Wait, can you even get out?"
Forcing a weak smile Daisy tried to comfort him even though she was in a worse physical state "these things happen Logan. It's your second race and you're not exactly driving the easiest car. Besides, its racing. I signed up for dealing with a few bumps and bruises so it's nothing I can't handle. It's all part of the job - you and I both know the risks when we get into these cars."
As the medical team arrived on the scene to assess the damage and ensure both drivers were uninjured, Daisy and Logan exchanged a glance. Logan was ushered away by a member of the medical team and despite the situation she was in, Daisy couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for him. Yeah, he was inexperienced and that had partially caused the crash but he had faced the situation head on and immediately showed concern for her wellbeing.
Sitting patiently Daisy allowed a medic to thoroughly assess her condition. "Can you move your arms and legs ok?" the medic asked, his voice gentle as he guided Daisy through a series of movements to test her range of motion.
Daisy complied, flexing her limbs and wincing slightly as she felt the twinge of pain in her muscles. "Yeah, I think so," she replied, her voice strained with discomfort.
The medic nodded, his expression serious as he continued his examination. His focus then turned to the possibility of a concussion. He started asking Daisy a series of questions, testing her cognitive function and memory to determine if she had suffered any head trauma in the crash.
"Can you tell me what day it is?" he asked, his voice gentle as he watched for any signs of confusion or disorientation.
Daisy furrowed her brow, her mind racing as she struggled to recall the date. "Um, it's... Friday?" she ventured, her voice uncertain.
The medic nodded, jotting down notes on his clipboard. "Close enough," he said, offering her a reassuring smile. "Do you remember what happened just before the crash?"
Daisy nodded, the memory of the collision still fresh in her mind. "Yeah, Logan's car spun out behind me," she replied, her voice steady despite the remaining adrenaline coursing through her veins.
After a thorough examination, the medic gave Daisy a reassuring smile. "You seem to be doing well," he said, his tone calm and professional. "There are no signs of a concussion, but I'll continue to monitor you closely over the next few hours just to be safe."
Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the crash hadn't resulted in any serious injuries. "Thanks," she said, offering the medic a weary smile. "I appreciate your help."
Her mind was relentless in its racing as she was transported back to her team by another staff member. There was a sense of relief flooding over her as she had escaped serious injury in the nasty crash but she couldn't shake the simmering frustration at the thought of the extensive damage done to the rear of her car and the lost track time.
Soon enough she was thanking the medic for the ride and Anja was approaching her, brow furrowed with worry "Are you ok?" Her voice was tinged with obvious concern.
Daisy offered her a tired smile, nodding in reassurance. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice tinged with fatigue. "Just a bit shaken up from it. Can't say the same about my poor car though."
Before Daisy could express further worry about the vehicle, Klaus intervened, his voice calm but firm. "Don't worry about the car, Daisy," he said reassuringly. "It can be repaired, but your well-being and safety are far more important to us."
Daisy nodded, grateful for Klaus's reassurance. "Thanks, Klaus," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I appreciate that."
Despite his reassurance, Daisy couldn't shake the nagging concern about her car. As she watched her team spring into action to assess the damage and begin repairs, she couldn't help but wonder if they would be able to get the car ready in time for qualifying tomorrow evening. It definitely seemed like she would be out of free practice 3 the next morning to give the team all the time they could.
Anja, sensing Daisy's apprehension turned to her. "Don't worry, Daisy," she said, her voice confident. "We've got the best mechanics in the business, and they're already working on getting the car fixed. With a bit of luck and some hard work, we'll have it ready for qualifying tomorrow. What's important now though is that you rest up and take care of yourself."
Daisy nodded, taking comfort in Anja's words. "Thanks, Anja," she replied, her voice tinged with relief. "I trust you and the team to get the job done."
With a renewed sense of optimism, Daisy turned her attention back to the task at hand, determined to focus on her preparation for qualifying while putting her faith in the capable hands of her team. They had suffered a setback with the crash but she trusted them fully.
Then came Mila and Stella, their expressions filled with visible fear. They rushed to her side, voices overlapping as they bombarded her with questions about her well-being.
"I'm so sorry Dais," Stella was shaken, almost as if she had been in the crash "we saw it on the monitors...fuck I was so worried about you. I actually think my heart stopped for a second there - especially when you didn't reply on the radio."
"I'm fine, really Elle," Daisy told her, feeling rather like a broken record at this stage but grateful for Stella's caring nature nonetheless. "I really appreciate you both being here for me," she added, giving them a weak but sincere smile.
Mila wrapped an arm around Daisy's shoulders, offering her a comforting squeeze. "Come on, let's get you to the medical tent," she said gently. "You need to be under observation for probably the rest of the night to make sure you're okay to drive if the car is ready tomorrow."
With Mila and Stella's support, Daisy allowed herself to be escorted to the medical tent, where she would need to wait for a few hours under observation. As they entered the tent, Daisy couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her friends' unwavering support and concern. She knew she was safe in their hands. All she could hope for now is that she would have the opportunity to drive again tomorrow and come back from this mess.
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As Daisy slowly stirred awake, she found herself in an unfamiliar room, the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she took a moment to orient herself, her mind still foggy from the events of the previous day. It took her a moment to remember where she was and the events that happened the day before.
Memories of the crash flooded back to her, accompanied by a dull ache in her muscles and a sense of unease. She remembered being escorted to the hospital the night before, just to be safe, and undergoing overnight observation. Despite the discomfort of the hospital bed and the constant hum of activity around her, Daisy had eventually drifted off to sleep, exhaustion winning out over anxiety.
With a sigh, Daisy shifted in her bed, taking stock of her surroundings. The hospital room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of machinery and the distant sounds of footsteps echoing down the corridor. She felt a twinge of discomfort from the various monitors and IV lines attached to her, but it was a small price to pay for the peace of mind that came with knowing she was in good hands.
The familiar figure of her best friend rushed into her line of sight. Stella's normally bright face appearing exhausted and etched with concern but there was a glimmer of relief shining in her eyes as she realised that Daisy was now conscious.
"Daisy!" Stella exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of worry and relief. "You're awake! How are you feeling?"
"I've been better," she replied, her voice hoarse from sleep. "A bit sore still but not too bad all things considered."
Stella nodded, her expression softening with relief. "Thank goodness," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "We were so worried about you. Mila and I stayed here all night, just in case. I sent her to get us coffee by the way, I actually don't know if you can have that I should probably check with someone but I figured we were going to need it badly."
Daisy felt a surge of gratitude towards her friends for their unwavering support. "Thank you, Stella," she said sincerely.  I don't know what I would do without you both."
"Lets hope you never find out huh," Stella reached out to grasp Daisy's hand gently "I just got off the phone with Anja by the way, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but they're not going to be ready in time for practice later. On the bright side she sounds pretty positive about their chances at being finished in time for qualifying.
Daisy's heart sank at Stella's words, a wave of disappointment washing over her. She had hoped that the team would be able to repair her car in time for the next practice session, but it seemed that their efforts had fallen short.
"Oh," Daisy murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment. "I was really hoping to get back out on the track this morning."
Stella nodded sympathetically, her expression mirroring Daisy's disappointment. "I know, Dais," she said softly. "But Anja assured me that they're doing everything they can to get the car ready for qualifying this evening. We just have to be patient and trust in the team."
Daisy sighed, knowing that Stella was right. There was little she could do to speed up the process, and she would have to accept that she wouldn't be able to participate in the next practice session.
"I guess you're right," Daisy said with a resigned smile before rolling her eyes playfully "Well, I guess that's one way to keep me out of trouble," she quipped, trying to inject some humour into the situation.
Stella chuckled, shaking her head. "You and your daredevil ways," she teased, giving Daisy a knowing look. "Always trying to get back behind the wheel, even after a crash."
Daisy grinned, unable to resist a bit of self-deprecating humour. "What can I say? I've got a need for speed," she joked, wincing slightly as she shifted in her hospital bed. "Maybe I can try break the on foot speed record in practice instead."
Stella laughed, the tension of the situation easing as they shared a moment of levity. "Oh, come on, Daisy," she teased. "I know you're itching to get back in that car, but even you have to admit that crashing into barriers isn't exactly the best way to make an entrance."
Daisy feigned offense, placing a hand over her heart in mock indignation. "Hey now, I'll have you know that crashing is just my way of testing the limits of physics," she quipped, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Besides, where's the fun in racing if you're not living life on the edge?"
Stella rolled her eyes, unable to suppress a smile at Daisy's irrepressible spirit. "You're actually insufferable sometimes, you know that?" she said with a laugh. Not even getting into a high speed crash tones you down."
"It's all part of my charm Elle," Daisy winked.
Shaking her head in mock exasperation but with clear affection in her eyes Stella just looked at Daisy "well, just try to take it easy for a while, okay?" she said, her tone gentle. "We need you in one piece for qualifying tomorrow."
Daisy nodded, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Don't worry, Stella," she said earnestly. "I'll be on my best behavior from now on. No more crashes, I promise."
Stella raised an eyebrow sceptically, but she couldn't hide the fondness in her smile. "I'll believe it when I see it," she teased. "But for now, let's focus on getting you back to full speed."
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xshyhana · 1 year ago
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The weekend I am most looking forward has arrived
🏎️🇸🇦 home race in Jeddah Corniche circuit!
That’s a poster of my team @mclaren under the incredible paddock lights 🌴
Overtake the Future!
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festeringfae · 3 days ago
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‘Please,’ he said. ‘If you own a Rolls-Royce, you call that a wheel covering. If you’re rich enough to own a Rolls, you can strut a little. When I make my second million, I’m going to buy myself one. Rolls-Royce Corniche. Then when Gage gets carsick, he can throw up on to real leather.’ And just by the way, Ellie, what’s on your mind? But it didn’t work that way with Ellie. You didn’t ask things right out. She was wary of giving too much of herself away. It was a trait Louis admired. ‘Are we rich, Daddy?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘but we’re not going to starve, either.’
Girl, shut the entire fuck up with your SECOND MILLION with only 2 kids. No wonder you're gonna lose one, put up a fucking fence, with your 1980's million dollars, admiring your kid's emotional trepidition-- does Rachel work? If Rachel works I'm killing Gage myself. "No, but we're not going to starve, either." Pascal I have never been more feverent in my belief you should be haunting your fiance instead of this bozo.
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darling-chris · 1 month ago
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We would borrow Christine's cars and totally thrash them. If Dad wasn't crashing them. I was. She gave Dad the black Corniche as a gift in the end. It was probably less stressful if he was wrecking his own car. I think he actually totally wrote it off in the end believing we were being chased by fans in Cold Water Canyon. We lost control and the car turned over, though thankfully neither of us were hurt.
- Scott Wilson, Son of a Beach Boy (2015)
[The cars depicted aren‘t hers but same make and model I guess]
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as-you-think · 2 years ago
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How do you feel about battlecars? I personally love the aesthetic of a chopped up sedan made to look like a mad max extra
I fucking love battle cars! Whether it's an Outback with cut fenders and some big knobby tires or a Bentley that looks like it's ready to invade a small country I think they're so cool. I especially love cars that achieve the battle car aesthetic for practical reasons like the Rolls-Royce Corniche that competed at Dakar or Helge Meyer's Camaro he used to deliver humanitarian aid during the Yugoslav Wars.
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speed-drive · 3 months ago
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f1 2025- race 05/24- jeddah corniche circuit.
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inspired by nothing because i got so busy this week and had to churn this out quickly to keep the streak.
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carchaseonacarchase · 4 months ago
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tête de femme —final part 🤍🍸🦪
hey there! i'm saving this here on my blog in case of broken link, this is part of the journals in the elusive carmen sandiego site, all credits to cj & prudence :D
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Somewhere between San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Chase woke at 6:00 AM and immediately read the previous day’s reports. He reviewed the news, checked messages from international contacts, and completed a 2-hour morning routine.
A double shot of espresso later, he was driving down the highway from San Francisco towards LA for an evening conference.
An ‘unknown caller’ activated his in-car Bluetooth.
He pressed to pick up, “Devineaux.”
“Secured line please,” the contralto request wasn’t unusual.
“Hold on,” he smiled and tapped a code on his linked communicator, “Right, we’re good.”
She waited a few seconds more.
“The weather in Buenos Aires was amicable,” she started.
He processed her clue, raised his brows and countered, “I see you did the thing.”
“I did,” a laugh was in her voice, “Thank you.”
Chase nodded at the ‘thank you,’ despite knowing she would be blind to his action, “So what happened?”
“I gave him the locket,” her tone remained steady, “Only one of us knew the woman in it, and it wasn’t me.”
Devineaux exhaled with some relief, she seemed happy, "Glad this ends well."
“…And I was thinking,” her topic shifted, “Meet me in Nice? Let’s race down the Upper Corniche to Menton.”
“This weekend?” The weekends were busy along the Corniches and it was wiser to race either at night or before sunrise. He wanted to avoid traffic. The mention of Menton also reminded him of limoncello, and he could use some to restock the bar. He suggested, “I can do Saturday night, predawn Sunday, but I need to be in Brussels Monday afternoon.”
“Airport, Saturday night, I’ll have a car ready,” she ended the call.
With voice command, Chase connected to Renee Grovesnor.
“Renee, free up my weekend? I need to take a flight to Nice, I’ll find my own way to Belgium.”
“Certainly,” she affirmed, “You have a redundancies meeting with Organized Crimes this Friday morning, I’ll cancel?”
“Move it to next week.”
“Friday afternoon, a conference call with Milan?”
“I’ll take that mid-trip.”
“Saturday afternoon reviewing cadet performance at the airfield?”
“Send Euge an apology, please.”
“Yoga with Dr. Weller and his wife early Sunday morning?”
“How… did I get invited into that?”
“Last week’s dinner conversation,” Thankfully, Renee kept notes.
“Cancel politely and send him a box of that gluten-free stuff he likes.”
“Done, and…,” his assistant trailed, “Chase? There’s a Malcolm Avalon calling you, this is the second time in an hour, should I patch him through?”
“Who?” Chase knew the answer to that question, but he was buying time.
“Malcolm Avalon,” Renee repeated, this time clearer, “He’s not a previous contact, I can relay —”
“No, it’s fine, let him through.”
As signals from Argentina rerouted through ACME and into Chase’s calibrated communicator, the indicating tones beeped an eternity.
Then came the silence.
“Devineaux,” Chase reluctantly greeted.
“Director Devineaux,” there was a pause.
“Yes, Mr. Avalon,” the detective apprehensively offered, “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve been told, Mr. Devineaux,” Avalon was more forward, “that you are the man to contact if I want to find my daughter.”
Some things never end, Chase suddenly realized, they only get more complicated.
— from the findcarmen site uwu
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keelt9 · 3 months ago
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OP-5
Masterlist / POV 5
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Dealy. 
The jet is delayed, how the hell is even that possible? A lot of air traffic.
“Yeah…get it…no problem… I’ll talk with them.” Oscar has his eyes on the marketing girls as they speak to the phone.
“Well?” He asked standing before they reached them, sitting.
The girl sighs in relief. “They would be waiting for us, don’t worry.” The girls giggled. “We’re a day later, that’s all.”
Said and done they arrived around 4 pm and finally crossed the big doors of Altamira around 6 pm. 
Oscar fakes calm even when his hands aren't able to stay still in one single place, as the team received them and a few members of the house too.
“Where is Zack?” Lando asks to search around the main garden.
The team's doubts about his director and his interest in Altamira, that only faded away when they knew, many years ago they had a special sponsorship with their relatively new business, as big sponsors started to come even Altamira Cocoa reminded with them, side by side in the lowest moments, until McLaren cut them without a question.
Now, they’re an important company, that many F1 teams and drivers want to work with still Zak convinced Mr. Esco please accede to the deal with them one more time, things would be different; Altamira would be treated like they should, and an important and symbolic sponsor.
Thanks to Gina, their lawyer; they settled one important condition: they must be treated and respected like one. At the first hostile interaction, Altamira would cut any tie.
“Oh, he’s taking a short walk with Mrs. Esco.” One of the girls said. 
“In the stables?” Oscar already witnessed how those horses can feel hostility and how they react.
The girl raises her shoulders. “I guess.”
Oscar curses running to the stables hearing the words of the team about what the hell is wrong with him.
It took him while finding Zak, by the time he does, he sees Nebula pulling from the rein as Ford tries to calm her down, but what makes his blood run dry is the big black horse waiting as his tail stops moving grab by Y/N.
Pharaoh is ready to stand. 
By instinct fearing Pharaoh would kick his ass he runs and grabs his director by the shoulders. 
“Come on Zak, we're already here, let’s work on this, we’re against the clock.” 
Pharaoh stops as he relaxes when he sees instead of walking a totally stranger to him one more time, the honey boy pushes the other man away giving them space.
He could feel the eyes of the twins on him, so the only thing that comes to his mind to calm them down is the “ok” sign on Zak's back.
“Have you seen the horse?” Zak questions when they are away from them. “Impressive, I was about to touch the black one, but you interrupted our moment.”
Oscar scoffs. “Yeah, sorry.” Oscar interrupts a moment of chaos, that's what he knows. “But we’re just against time, you know.”
Such a lame excuse that saved him. In the cocoa fields Mr. Esco is still around the shooting zone, frowning eyebrows and mouth in a straight line. 
The month they were delayed is the same time the production around that area was delayed too, causing a grumpy and eagle eye Mr. Esco, hurrying up everything he could.
Zak gets down his head in clear frustration for having the man around all the time.
Oscar was quickly dragged to change his clothes, at the moment the production saw him walking with Zak.
“You should go first.” Lando says as they change their clothes, causing Oscar to lift his eyebrows. “I prefer the night, it makes me look better.” 
This time Lando points to the corniche where you can distighs a man crossing arms, probably Ford, even though he related Ford with a taller man.
“So?” The director asked them.
Oscar smiles seeing the proposed slow pace to fit his teammate's clothes, it’s a race suit, you zip up and you’re ready; Lando is faking battling with a logo. “I’ll go.” Lando giggled, taking a few steps behind. 
After a detailed shooting and extremely precise movements, saving time and energy. Oscar was able to finish in less than an hour. 
“Ok, Lando your turn.” The director mentions. “Rest Oscar, tomorrow early we had the last shooting together but I need sun.”
Oscar nods, he sees Lando who moves softly his head to the house for he can go. 
Running to change his race suit he just picks a jeans and white hoodie running inside waving hand as the people he already know.
“Kaila.” He found her in the arena with Azabache who’s practicing a few jumps along with Rachel who waves his hand.
Azabache looks so fascinating doing what he does so he decides not to bother him, later he will greet him as he should. But even when he looked around, he couldn’t find her.
Kaila giggles and points to the stables. “They had a meeting and probably they with Pharaoh, one more time”
Oscar smiles, running to the stables, not before seeing Azabache gracefully jump a pod, just like his father does, with grace and fineness landing in the ground.
In the stable he didn’t find any horse until he saw the snout of Azabache coming out in a blink, giving him a scare of death having him so close. The story of him in fact breaks that wooden door, when they separate him from Azabache, cross his mind.
Yeah, he 's done.
Closing his eyes, he waits for the worst… Until it doesn’t happen.
Slowly he opened his eyes, seeing Pharaoh a few centimeters of him breathing in slowly, eyes on him, like he’s scanning every single movement, Oscar containing any sign of breathing as he prayed for some enters.
But Pharaoh got down his head, searching for his hand.
Oscar realized when he waited as slowly raised his hand, the moment his palm was extended in front of Pharaoh, he carefully laid down, taking by surprise Oscar.
“Are you playing tricks with me or this is for real?” He asks Pharaoh who just stays still, Oscar raises his other hand to calm his head. “Holy fuck!”
He lost the track of time he caress Pharaoh when he move his head to the entrance where Y/N is seeing the scene speechless, Oscar mind was flashlight with the video Ford send him the first time she ride Obsidian one more time, he run where she was lifting her in one simple movement. 
Clearly taking her by surprise from the way she hiss, when she let her down, seeing her smile he asked himself a smile.
What the song say?
"The one that makes me laugh," she said
“Threw her arms around my neck.”
“Can I go?” Lando asks seeing Oscar about the turn slippery and disappearing before they must leave today.
Oscar faked a cough. “Where?” Lando tilted his head with a serious face.
“Really?” He points to his happy face. 
Y/N invited him to observe her first official practice this morning, he couldn’t be more excited so he unconsciously kept rushing things to be free at 11 am.
Sitting in the stables as she told him about the big opportunity she just found out, Oscar doubts he’s been so enthusiastic about a race as he’s with the idea of her back to competing in less than 3 months. 
“Why?” Oscar asks to walk to the path that will lead him to the arena. 
“I want to see how my teammate falls in love.” Lando said already follow him, leaving Oscar without any other choice than to have a British boy next to him all the time.
In the arena Y/N already begins her training for the way Walter keeps giving her instructions as she’s over Pharaoh who knows exactly what to do.
Oscar was right, seeing in live is leaving him breathless. It’s not about a ride and a horse, it's about two becoming one, the precision they had and the elegance with which they did it.
They way her body adjusts to every movement of Pharaoh and how he always makes sure she’s fine doing the things precisely, not losing the good posture, looking imponent with all he has over him.
“Y/N don’t you dare.” Walter said seeing how she grip the rain of Pharaoh as he started to gain speed. 
“She will do it.” Oscar whispers, making Lando observe between the girl on a horse, his friend with a smirk and the man with his hand on his neck.
“What?”
In one single movement Pharaoh makes a high jump Pharaoh folds his legs making Lando press his fist tight to prevent the fall of that brick wall and probably Y/N.
But it never came, the horse bare touched the bricks landing gracefully on the arena to go back running but this time decreasing his speed. 
He couldn't avoid praising the girl, whatever she does, she’s doing like a master.
But seeing Oscar flirt is something he actually prefers to skip, Y/N is clearly fluttering with him but Oscar is too slow for noticing so he decided to give them a small push, a harmless one. 
Invite her to the next race, after all, he knew her parents would go.
The panic in Oscar's eyes increases when she actually agrees before having to go.
“What are you doing?” Oscar pushes Lando who quivers from the fence of the arena. With Y/N out of the sight he looks in fear.
“Give you a hand!” Lando avoided falling while grabbing the fence. “We have a monster on the track, do what you always do and impress the girl.” 
Oscar wants to murder that boy so bad. “And thank me later.”
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frenchcurious · 7 months ago
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Rolls-Royce Corniche I 1974. 📸 Bonhams. - source Rétro Passion Automobiles.
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Hi !!! Thanks for all your sharings, it's amazing you're amazing :) Can I ask you wcif the corniche from one of your last post (the grocery store/cafe/restaurant) please ? Thank you very much !
Hiii! ^^ Thank you so much! ♥
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I have linked that cornice at the bottom of this post! :)
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trevlad-sounds · 7 months ago
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For the birds 028
22.11.2024
Intro 00:00 Vague Imaginaires–VI- La Corniche 01:10 Hidden Orchestra–Nightfall 10:18 YAMAOKA & GROK–Column 12:29 Sharada Shashidhar–As I Am 18:32 Lyonel Bauchet–Paranoïd Birds 23:24 Group Listening–51°29 09.6 N 3°12 30.6 W 27:14 Wave Temples–Side Quest 28:13 Wil Bolton–Quiet Sunlight 34:21 Voyage Futur–Secret Gardens 41:40 Futuregrapher–Goðheimar 45:36 Outro 56:30
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hiiii sara!! 💚💚 I hope I'm not too late for the ask game: 9, 13, 24, 26, 39 (anything works, doesn't have 2 be a yter)
(ask game) no such thing as too late w ask games <33 thank you so much for sending this in zeke!!
9; tell a story about your childhood i've had a pretty uneventful childhood so anything that comes to mind is very not That interesting.. I think a funny one was when we went to the corniche w/ a group of family friends for eid and i ran away from where they were staying to a playground that was pretty far off; one of the older boys snatched me away and brought me back to my worried mom but i was kicking a fuss about getting removed from the playground and i couldn't even get the boy's name right while complaining about him
13; what are you doing right now? juggling studies and catching up with COA....
24; what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for? nothing really; i'd say i'm proud i made it to medical school but i can't stop feeling like it was a fluke;; hmm,, ig i'm proud of myself for trying to cook new things in the dorm--i've made mjaddara (brown lentil w rice), bukhari, mlukhiyeh, and the pasta's just a classic
26; fave colour and why? when i was a kid my fav color was black bc i thought it was Very Cool but now i can't pick bc many colors can be appreciated in different contexts,, like pink is super cute and gets too much hate! and blue is a comfortable color to wear! but ig at the end of the day.. black stays classic uwu
39; youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why? the youtuber/streamer i was most recently obsessed with was exposed for being a groomer and i've never consumed much youtube after so.. i can't think of any popular people or CoNtEnT cReAtOrS that i could be obsessed with either so i'm sorryyy TT^TT
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